Confidence - it was something Amelia grace rarely exuberated. Not because she didn’t want to… simply because she wasn’t. She never had been… and it was simply impossible to be something you were not. There were rare occasions… yelling at Diego being one, but that was mostly fueled by anger… honestly, something she’d never do if she wasn’t p!ssed beyond compare. However, for the most part, confident simply wasn’t something Amie was. Phoebe, on the other hand, that girl always had it. Always been able to be herself no matter who was around. Sometimes Amie wished she could be more like her older twin… though that’s not how life worked.
That being said, if Phoebe was in the situation she had just gotten in… well… this would have been less awkward. But for Amelia Grace, this was absolutely the definition of awful. No seriously, look at the dictionary under “awful” because this situation right here would be the first example. She couldn’t help the apologies streaming out of her lips, though she stayed on her knees unknowing of how it probably looked. From dabbing (or as others would call ‘heavily petting’) a certain part of his jeans to apologizing while she was still on her knees. God… how could a person be so smart… yet such an idiot at the same time? Street smart… yep… where do you buy that?
Closing her eyes ever-so-slightly as she mentally reprimanded herself, Amie grabbed his hand and stood up - at least… that was the plan. The issue was that with the water that now pooled on the floor (truly requiring one of those hazard signs), she found her foot slipping causing her to quite literally tumble back to the floor. Was it bad that she grabbed on to the man for support? It was simply… instinct. Though, what occurred as the man wasn’t expecting it, was both of them to come falling down - with Amelia Grace once again in an awkward position. This time, on top of him.
Honestly, it was a scene that couldn’t be fathomed unless you were there. The two likely looked as if they had been doing… other activities with the way she laid on him. Fck. “You might… need those… yeah… clothes would be good.” Amelia got out with great difficulty. “I should… really… get a walking hazard sign on me today… It’s…I’m… did you finish the… assignment for… Miss. Espinoza’s class… yeah?” Smooth Amie… smooth. God damn it.