James & Alleigh

James approached Alleigh’s house, shifting his weight as he knocked on the door. Awkardly he shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for her to answer the door. Sighing he ran his fingers through his hair and then down his neck trying to think of the right words. Were there any, right words to make this better. No, he thought pinching the bridge of his nose. James could hardly keep himself still, he truly hated waiting.