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Juvia Lockser wrote:Is there a fanclub for this? I feel like we're spamming.
Coolpaw5 wrote:Juvia Lockser wrote:Is there a fanclub for this? I feel like we're spamming.
There is a fan club, but as long as it's on topic, it's not spam. C:
Heeeeeyyyyyyyyyy!
So today, Time and I met up in the library to discuss his book.
Time: Hey Alyssa! Thanks for coming!
Me: Of course. So what's your book about?
Time: Okay, it's about a guy having to team up with some other people, but in truth they're all going to back-stab him in the end, so-
Me: Waaaaaait, why are they all going to back-stab him?
Time: That's a secret. You just need to know how the character look.
Me: -_____- Why don't you just use an online dress up game?
Time: Because that's just weird. Plus, I want mine completely customizable.
Me: You're so picky. Okay what do you want?
He described his characters to me. They were all so... Different.
I don't want to write them all down because they each have like so many quirks and differences, but I guess that's true for all people.
I wrote the basics of each person and what he wanted for each of them. Ugh.
Time: Did you get them all?
Me: =n= I got them all.
Time: Thanks! I owe you one! **looks at watch** Oh shoot, I have to go. Sorry. Thank you. Bye!
He ran off.
WHY IS EVERYONE RUNNING OFF
After he left the library, Megan texted me.Megan's Text wrote:Megan: hey alllyssa
Me: hi megan
Megan: i promised to tell you about the pencil-picking thing yesterday. so we went to the local drugstore and he picked out a few pencils and told me to pick my fave colors. so i chose red and blue and he bought them for me even though i dont need pencils. and thats about it
I can't believe she was actually serious about sending me a text about picking out pencils.Megan's Text wrote:Me: kay thx bye
And yeah. I left the library and passed by the cafe. I saw a cake in the window. ouo
I walked in and went straight to the counter.
Me: Hello, may I have a...
I looked at the menu.
Me: Cupcake? ouo
???: What flavor?
I know that voice.
Me: COURTNEY?!
Courtney: Holy fuzzballs, what?!
Me: YOU WORK HERE?!?111?!!!?1
Courtney: No duh.
Me: Seriously?!
Courtney: Uh, yes. It's kinda what teenagers with no money do. Hurry up and order. There's a line forming behind you.
I just. WOw. Okay.
I don't know why I'm so surprised, but I am! Like, WHAT
Me: Chocolate cupcake...
Courtney: Coming right up. Please wait for your order. NEXT!
I walked away and sat at a table. I stared directly at her, which was making her shift uncomfortably.
I guess I assumed she was super rich and didn't need to work a part time job. She seemed like a completely normal teenager working at a store, except when she shot glares at me for staring at her.
But then her face changed.
She started smiling and talking to the person who was ordering. I stood up and went to the table closest to her.
She shot me another glare, but went back to talking to the person.
Courtney: **laughs** Thanks, but I have to get back to my job.
???: Right. Can I have a...
Courtney: Take your time. ^u^
Wow. So this guy can take his time, and I can't? That's fair
???: A strawberry parfait?
Courtney: Sure! **bends down and grabs one** Here!
???: Thanks.
He turned around.
Razor: Hey Alyssa!
Me: Oh hey Razor!
He sat down at my table, which caused Courtney to glare at me.
Razor: Do you come here often?
Me: Mm, sometimes.
Razor: The cakes here are sooo good.
Me: Yup. **NOM NOM** -.o What you looking at?
Razor: **laughs** Nothing. **NOM NOM**
Yeah, let me just sit here in the corner for actually describing eating sounds as NOM NOM
Courtney was glaring at me the entire time. I was beginning to understand why it's unsettling to have someone stare at you.
So we chatted a bit, and we were halfway though our desserts.
Me: Can I have some of your parfait?
Razor: (⊙̃.o) Sure... I'll go get another spoon.
He went to the counter and asked Courtney for a spoon. She brightened up and handed one to him.
The moment he turned around to come back, she glared at me. Gosh, she loves to glare.
Me: Thanks! **about to scoop**
Razor: AH WAIT
Me: What?
Razor: Not that much.
Me: -___- **about to scoop again**
Razor: Hm, you can have more than that.
Me: GAH WHY DONT YOU DO IT FOR ME
Razor: Gladly.
He took the spoon from me and scooped some of his parfait.
Razor: Here.
He held the spoon to me. My hand would have to bend awkwardly to grab the spoon by the handle, because he had the bowl part facing me. Oh well.
I just bit into it, because I'm too lazy to get up and get the spoon.
Razor: Seriously? I had to spoon-feed you?
Me: **shrugs** It's good.
Razor: Now give me some of your cupcake.
Me: Are you serious.
Razor: Of course! You know what they say?
Me: An eye for an eye?
Razor: Eh, I was thinking more of "a parfait for a cupcake," but close enough.
Me: Nobody says that.
Razor: I do. Now, give me a bite.
Me: But how are you going to get a piece? I don't want your dirty hands touching my cupcake.
Razor: Dirty hands? How dare you! I could just get another spoon then. And wash my hands while I'm at it, because APPARENTLY THEY'RE DIRTY
He stood up.
Me: UGH FINE. JUST TAKE A PIECE. Actually, just use my spoon.
Razor: What spoon?
Me: The spoon I used to eat from your parfait.
Razor: Y-Your spoon?
Me: Come on, I don't want to just sit here while you go talk to that she-devil again. She's just going to hate me more.
Razor: Courtney is actually pretty nice.
Me: **scoops** Here.
I held the spoon out the same way so he had to either awkwardly grab the spoon or bite from it.
Razor: Really?
Me: You said I had to pay that bite of parfait. Just eat it.
He looked at it before biting it.
He like, for realsies here, covered his mouth with his hand while he chewed.
LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW POLITE CAN YOU GET
Me: Is it good? It's good, right?
Razor: **looks away** Hm... Yeah, it's pretty good.
Me: I know! The parfait was pretty good as well.
Razor: **smiles** Yeah, it's my favorite.
Me: I can see why.
We stayed quiet for a bit.
Me: Well, I should be getting home.
Razor: Yeah. Bye, powerful owls!
That's like his nickname for me.
Me: You know I'm not the only person with powerful owl colored eyes?
Razor: Nah, I can spot your eyes out of any crowd.
Me: How?
Razor: Because-
My phone rang.Phone: Please leave a message after the POTATO
Lucy: Alyssa, where are you? It's like five. We're going to have dinner soon. Come home soon.
Me: Oop. I have to get home. I had fun today ^u^
Razor: Yeah, me too.
I walked home and then ate dinner then took a shower and then wrote in youuuu
SO yeah.
My day is actually really boring. School, library, then cafe.
Hm
Oh well, bye!
Best Friend wrote:And the whole time I imagined it was Time instead of Razor ^>^
Coolpaw5 wrote:Best Friend wrote:And the whole time I imagined it was Time instead of Razor ^>^
Lol, -uo I feel ya man. BUt Razor is nice.
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