Holy fucking shit he was so god damn nervous that he was sure he was going to throw up. It was unfair, really, how much he seemed to get anxious when it came to Ruth, but no matter what whenever she was involved it was like his palms would start to get sweaty and his heart would beat wildly in his chest and he was just nothing but a ball of anxieties and worries that he didn't know how to get a handle on. It was absolutely unfair the sort of effect she had on him and it killed Brady to know that they'd just be friends.
But that was...okay. Sort of. He was having a hard time getting over it, sure, having a hard time dealing with the fact that while he really liked this girl and apparently she liked him, too, the only thing that they could have was a friendship. It kind of broke his pathetic little heart to be honest though that part had been long ago. His hurt feelings and upset over that had been at the campsite when she'd explained to him why kissing him was a mistake and why she didn't do relationships.
Slowly but surely he was trying to be better about the whole thing and in a way it sort of helped that they had some time apart after the whole kiss happened. Though, there was no denying the fact that Brady had missed the shit out of her. He missed the way she intimidated him, the way she was so unflinchingly honest and how she seemed to enjoy teasing him and making him blush. He missed how fucking nice she was or how pretty her blonde hair was and just talking to her in general when he was kind of lonely.
Seeing her at the party had been well...he didn't know what to expect. Shit. He wanted to be okay with just being friends but while he was getting better about it, he still found her too pretty, liked her too much to just get over it. Being so god damn close to her in that arena had nearly killed him as that time he wanted to be the bold one and fucking kiss her. She was running away before he even had the chance of course. And things hadn't gone too well at the remainder of the party either so he stayed away from her for the most part, though Brady recalled their agreement to hang out prior and he'd texted her again, inviting her over on a night he knew Max would be out with his girlfriend.
He could do this. He could. He could totally be cool as hell and teach her how to play video games and eat pizza and drink Mountain Dew and just be friends. This was a totally friendly thing that they were going to be doing and there was no reason to be so god damn nervous about it. At the very least Brady could be happy he'd have her in some way, shape or form in his life, right? That's definitely what he told himself as he swallowed the lump in his throat when she knocked on the door before opening, mustering up a smile as he opened it.
"Hey, uh--sup. Come in." He stepped aside and motioned for her to come in before realizing that their fucking room was a disaster. Clearing his throat he shut the door and moved some shit off his bed before smiling tightly. "Sorry there's uh, nowhere else to sit."