Thanks to Some of my best guy friends for helping me out with the whole advice thing and what Kenny said. You all know who you are.
Prompt: Lee asks Kenny for advice on how to get Carley.
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"Hey, Ken." Lee greeted as he approached his friend. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this. He felt like a ridiculous teenager. He was asking Kenny for Love advice.
"Hey Lee." Kenny said. He was sitting beside Katjaa.
"Can I um... Talk to you in private?" He asked awkwardly, gesturing to a spot where nobody was standing. The Motor Inn was a very Un-Private place, so finding a private place to actually talk was a luxury.
"Sure..." Kenny said, getting up. They went over by the dumpster, which was the private spot that Lee was looking at earlier.
"What do you want?" Kenny asked, cocking a brow. This had to be something important, Kenny heard the urgency in Lee's voice.
"I need... Advice." Lee said simply.
"On what? How to deal with Lilly? What to do with Clementine?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"It's about... Uh..." Lee didn't know how to say this without mortifying himself. Well, he had to say it sometime.
"What, man?"
"It's um... I need love advice."
"Love advice?" Kenny looked at Lee like he was crazy.
"Yeah. I need help."
"I get that. What do you need?"
"I... Uh... You know." He didn't why it was so hard to talk to Kenny about this, but it sure as hell was.
"I don't. Just spit it out, man. I won't laugh at ya." Kenny waited a second to continue. "Maybe."
"Well you are going to once you hear this."
"Just tell me." Kenny was getting impatient, Lee could tell.
"I need help telling a girl how I feel." Lee finally spat out.
"You're really thinkin' about a girl right now, when we're all starving to death. Eh, it doesn't matter. Who is she?"
When Lee didn't answer, Kenny got worried. "Aw hell. It's not Lilly, is it?"
"Why the hell would it be her?" Lee asked.
"I dunno." Kenny looked behind him, and looked up at the girl standing on the balcony. He smiled. "It's Carley, isn't it?"
Lee looked down at his feet. "What makes you think that..."
"It is!" Kenny said. "I just knew it. I saw the way you two looked at each other in the drug store and here. I knew you'd be comin' to me for advice."
"No you didn't."
"I did."
"Okay, okay. You knew it, man. Just hurry up and give me the advice, I ain't got all day. Plus, I just saw Katjaa peeking over at us."
"Okay. So you just gotta be yourself."
"That's it? I could've figured that shit out on my own."
"Maybe you should let me finish. Be yourself and get into a normal conversation with her. And then... You know those moments when there is silence hanging in the room and you feel like there's nothing more to be said? Well that's when you confess. Say 'Carley, I have something to say.'"
"And if we never get tote point where we're in silence?"
"You will. But if it doesn't happen, just tell hr when you think the time is right. Don't make it seemed forced or like you're desperate. That'll never work. Or you can just say it as soon as you start talking to her. Use it as a conversation opener. I wouldn't advise it, but it may work."
"So whenever I feel like the conversation is ended or we're changing subjects, I should pull out the gotta tell you something line?"
"Exactly."
Lee smiled. "I think I'm ready."
"Wait a few minutes, though. Then go up there."
"Okay, wish me luck."
"I can tell you're gonna need it."
"Shut up man."
"Just don't be awkward!" Kenny shouted as he walked back over to his wife.
Lee sighed and waited a few minutes like Kenny said. Then, he headed up the balcony towards the girl of his dreams, hoping he wouldn't fuck this up.
