Some of the girls were chattering in the crowd;
"He's so modest!"
"Oh look at how tough he is!"
"Poor baby, look at his eye."
Some of the girls started surrounding him and touching his arm, crooning and asking if he needed anything. "Ladies, ladies, I'm fine...I could use a water, though," he smiled at them and they immediately rushed to the vending machine to get him a water, fighting over who was going to do it.
After Mr. H had told Tyler to be more careful and had rounded everyone up, they began their walk back to the hotel. Tyler walked beside Julie in silence for awhile, his hands in his pockets. They were at the back of the group, so no one was really paying attention to them at that moment.
"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking over at Julie. He had never been good with gratitude and saying thank you, that was as close as he had ever come to one. If you listened, you could hear the gratitude in his voice.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4