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Twice Shy; Private - tiny!Maynard and tiny!Ami
Topic Started: Dec 2 2013, 01:36 PM (696 Views)
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Maynard couldn’t possibly have been in a better mood.

He’d been waiting for this day for ages, and so far everything had gone off without a hitch. His whole family had gone out - his parents having gone shopping for the day, whilst Gus and June were out socialising with their own friends - leaving Maynard to his own devices for the hour or two it’d take for Ami to show up. They’d been a little hesitant at first - Maynard had never been been alone with friends before, with one of his siblings or parents always hovering around to make sure everything was okay and to barge in at the most inopportune times. His family had always been rather gauche, something that’d passed onto Maynard in spades, and with Ami coming around he wanted as little awkwardness or potential for embarrassment as possible.

He’d scarcely been able to sleep the night before, excitement and anticipation keeping him awake far later than usual and waking him up much earlier than he’d have liked. It’d given him plenty of time to make sure everything was organised and ready, though, which was always a plus. Ami was a special friend, and he wanted to make a special effort for her. His mum had been a great help; she’d left a tray of cookies and a pitcher of fresh orange juice, and ironed out the creases in one of his dress shirts.

Maynard had done his part too; he’d taken due care to gather up everything he’d need - textbooks and stationary and the like - and had prepared a vase of hydrangeas from their garden, placing them in the centre of the dining table. He thought it’d be best to work in the dining room rather than his bedroom or anywhere else; it was adjacent to the kitchen and living room, which gave them ample access to snacks, and to the family television if they wanted to watch a movie. Plus, his room was something of a mess at the moment - nothing horrific per say, but he wanted to make a good impression on Ami, and a messy room wouldn’t exactly help in that regard.

The hydrangeas were starting to look a little wilted already.

He’d also made sure to dress properly too, avoiding his usual floaty shirts and jeans in favour of a plain dress shirt and trousers, as well as one of his constant waistcoats; a black-and-grey chequered number. For awhile he’d considered using a some of his father’s cologne, but after giving the bottle a light sniff he decided against it. It was so strong and smelled awful, he couldn’t understand why people would want to wear it.

After triple-checking that everything’d been properly prepared, Maynard resigned himself to waiting in the lounge, nervously rubbing his hands together as he waited for Ami to arrive. Everything seemed so much louder; the beating of his heart and the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. He stifled a yawn behind his hand and tugged gently at his collar. His lack of sleep was catching up with him already, it seemed.

He hoped it didn’t impact too poorly on everything today.

He was just so tired.

Maynard didn’t know for how long he’d slept until he was awoken by a sharp rapping upon the front door and a familiar voice, as Ami called for his attention outside. He sat sharply upright, bleary eyed and vaguely disorientated. He couldn’t really have fallen asleep, could he? That was only something that happened in movies or television shows, wasn‘t it?

He hurried quickly towards the entranceway, slipping slightly as his socks struggled to grip on the shaggy carpet, and fiddled with the lock. How long had she been waiting out there? This was really a bad start, wasn’t it?

After a few more agonising seconds he was able to unhook the latch and ease upon the door, greeting Ami with a flustered face and a sheepish grin.

“Hey, Ami! It’s really awesome to see you. D’you wanna come in?” He shuffled backwards and beckoned her inside, “Uh... I mean, of course you wanna come in. Heh. My mum left some cookies and some orange juice, if you’d like some. How are you?”
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Maynard’s sheepish smile widened as Ami entered, his heels bouncing lightly on the spot as he tried to stop himself from screaming with excitement. He was about to offer to take her coat, like a gentleman would, but she’d already hanged it upon the nearby coatrack while he’d been distracted by the fluttering of his heartbeat and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was a bit disappointing, but there’d hopefully be plenty of opportunities to make up for his admittedly harried start in the next few hours or so.

He noticed the adorable outfit Ami was wearing, and began to feel overdressed by comparison. Sure, he could very easily shed his waistcoat, but he’d still be left with a dress shirt and formal pants and it wasn’t like he could just run back to his room and get changed. He’d just have to make do, is all. Ami was so nice and kind, anyway, so he didn’t think she would be one to judge him on his manner of dress.

He began leading her through the short entranceway, which branched off into the lounge and a separate hallway that led to the house’s bedrooms, all the while answering the questions she’d posited him with. “Uhhhhh, we can sit wherever you want, though, uhm, I was thinking maybe the dining room?” He half-murmured, struggling to keep the nervousness behind his words from becoming audible, to no avail. “‘Cause it’s right next to the fridge if you wanted something to eat, or if you wanted to much a movie or, or something.”

They turned a corner into the lounge and Maynard paused for a moment, resting against the open door frame and motioning for Ami to come inside. Though he was still terribly excited to have Ami come over, he was getting scared that his rapidly increasing nerves that’d leached into his movement and voice would overtake him and make him appear standoffish or aloof - the complete opposite of how he wanted Ami to think of him. So he took a deep breathe, clasped his hands together in front of him, and looked around Ami’s eyes, lacking the courage to look at them directly.

“But it’s totally up to you! You’re a guest, and I wanna make you feel as comfortable as possible.”
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