Title: That Girl
Fandom: Why Do We Hang Out Again?
Characters: Louis Moreau and Roy Reynolds
“That girl’s pretty hot,” Roy commented nodding his head in the direction of a brunette in a low-cut blue top. “You should go talk to her.”
Louis glanced over at the girl and then quickly looked back down at his drink, blushing before his eyes were even off her. He had been talked into once more visiting a night club with his friends and Roy. Hayden was off dancing with some girl, having all of his usual luck, and Evan was chatting with a girl some ways down the bar. Louis of course hadn’t had the nerve to move from his spot. The only reason Roy wasn’t out seeing who he could pick up on tonight was that he had already tried and failed, and the hand mark on his face—which was fading rather slowly for his taste—was a red flag that any girl could spot, drunk or not.
“Why should I?” Louis asked.
“Because!” Roy replied. “It’s bad enough that I can’t talk to any women right now. Watching you just sit here when you could just walk over to someone and get yourself laid is frustrating.”
“Yeah, like it would be that easy,” Louis said, rolling his eyes. Roy shook his head.
“You are one sad dude. Why are you so scared of girls anyway? What’s the worst thing she could do to you besides say no?”
“Well, you know,” Louis shrugged. “There is that whole saying no thing, but it’s kind of scarier that she might say yes. Then you have to worry about making sure she doesn’t think she made a mistake giving you a chance and you have to do everything you can to make her happy.” His words began picking up speed and his voice took on successively higher pitches. “Next thing you know, you let her have a party that you totally know she shouldn’t have and she goes and gets herself drunk and you have to clean up everything and make sure she stays out of trouble. Then she tries to have sex with you and you don’t let her because you know it wouldn’t be right, so you just hold her while she falls asleep and you end up falling asleep, too, so then when her brother comes home the next morning, he thinks you did have sex with her and he beats the shit out of you before you even have the chance to explain, then she breaks up with you and you’re all alone for the next five years wondering if you should have done something differently.” He took a deep breath, and then downed the rest of his drink. For a moment Roy only stared.
“You have a way over-active imagination,” he said finally, with a shake of his head.