Quiet Is Violent
Eight Thousand Club
"Sticky"
Sticky looked up at Ben and smiled timidly. "S-smoke?" Sticky asks quietly, standing up. "N-ne-never really t-tried it." He admitted, walking over to Ben almost reluctantly. Sticky never really imagined Ben noticing him. Ben was funny, and interesting. Sticky was far too introverted for anyone to even want to talk to him. But for some reason Ben did, and that left Sticky almost a little bit scared. He carefully smiles, fidgeting with the end of his white shirt.
Sticky looked up at Ben and smiled timidly. "S-smoke?" Sticky asks quietly, standing up. "N-ne-never really t-tried it." He admitted, walking over to Ben almost reluctantly. Sticky never really imagined Ben noticing him. Ben was funny, and interesting. Sticky was far too introverted for anyone to even want to talk to him. But for some reason Ben did, and that left Sticky almost a little bit scared. He carefully smiles, fidgeting with the end of his white shirt.