[ What should he say? That's been the most prominent thing on März's mind while he makes his way toward Elisabeth's humble home. With how tight money's been for the last couple of months, his mother decided to move to an less expensive area which would be a couple of hours away. It's been planned for the last couple of months at least, which meant once the school year wrapped up they'd be moving else where. Admittedly, he's a bit anxious about the move, and having to make new friends and become more acquainted with said area. And yet, that didn't mean they'd lose contact. There were other ways to communicate after all, but it meant that he wouldn't be seeing Elisabeth every day at school.
And he hated to think about that. He did really like her – in a way that would be something more than friendship. There was the boy with the blond hair and sparkling blue eyes with such a graceful aura in their grade, who underneath his charming smile clearly had worrying ulterior motives. He was fairly more popular than him amongst their peers, and there was something to be desired (besides his looks, he had the money; März did not). He didn't want to put a divide in their friendship if she didn't think of him like that.
When he's at her door step, he takes a shaky breath in, then exhales now adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. They were going to be studying for a test that was talked about amongst their upperclassmen – which was apparently difficult if not prepared for it. He gently raps at the wooden doorframe and now he waits in giddy anticipation for someone to greet and let him inside. ]
phew okay let's get this rollin! c;
And he hated to think about that. He did really like her – in a way that would be something more than friendship. There was the boy with the blond hair and sparkling blue eyes with such a graceful aura in their grade, who underneath his charming smile clearly had worrying ulterior motives. He was fairly more popular than him amongst their peers, and there was something to be desired (besides his looks, he had the money; März did not). He didn't want to put a divide in their friendship if she didn't think of him like that.
When he's at her door step, he takes a shaky breath in, then exhales now adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. They were going to be studying for a test that was talked about amongst their upperclassmen – which was apparently difficult if not prepared for it. He gently raps at the wooden doorframe and now he waits in giddy anticipation for someone to greet and let him inside. ]