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Okay, so... Kylie was basically asleep. Zach smiled slightly. He didn't want to let her know that he was onto her. "Yeah. I guess mums want friends, too." He looked at her. She looked like she might fall asleep at any second. "Yeah, she's an okay cook... Are you tired?" He cut off abruptly. He didn't want to bore her to sleep either, especially if she was already about to drop off on her own.
The ever so perfect and gorgeous (even in the worst of circumstances) picked her head up off of Zach's arm when he asked if she was tired. Her body weight still rested on his shoulder, but at the mention of the word "tired", she forced herself to wake up. "Nonono, I'm fine! Perky as a ferret."
Wait... why am I warm...?
Kylie looked down and tried to take in the scene. She'd been intently drowning in their conversation. Listening to everything Zach was saying... she didn't realize she'd been lazing away and resting on Zach. "OHMYGOSH, I'm so superduper sorry for that..." Her words were kind of slurring together. No doubt a result from her fatigue and shock.
Her green eyes sparkled, as they often do, with a new sort of light as she looked at Zach again. She was still totally frantic. But somehow, there was an ere of calm surrounding her too.
"My mom can only cook certain things. Everything else is like... a fish swimming in milk." Kylie wanted to make sure Zach knew she'd been paying attention. Her usually only slightly pink tinted cheeks were red with embarrassment. Her long, medium-length dark brown hair with the subtle curls was a mess.
She was suddenly, randomly, really glad she didn't wear make up. She guessed if she did it would have smudged EVERYWHERE.