"are you done?" i asked troye after i ate my cereal, pulling his bowl towards me to put in the sink.
"yeah" troye said
"i.... have a question" i said while washing the dishes
"okayyyy"
"why doesnt anything embarrassing ever happen to you? and why is it always me?"
troye laughed
"trust me ive had my share of embarrassing times"
"please tell me some of those embarrassing stories so i can feel better about myself" i said pleadingly
troye walked over next to me and started drying the dishes that i had washed.
"well, in 11th grade i got hit in the face with a volleyball and my nose started bleeding all over the gym floor and it was really embarrassing"
"okay but have you had anything as embarrassing as something thats happened to me"
"hmmm..." he said thinking "nope. jacob bixenman you are one of a kind"
"fantastic"
