-last edited on Oct 11, 2018 16:49:39 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Oct 11, 2018 16:48:57 GMT
With that, she turned on her heels and stomped away, sending water flying.
I chased after her and grabbed her shoulder. “Sorry, I was an idiot.”
“No kidding!” She burst out. “You didn’t once, just once, possibly, maybe consider that you should tell me before all them?” She waved her arm back towards the warehouse. “I thought I meant more to you than them.”
Well, that stuck me in a predicament. The expected reply was “you do!” and if I didn’t say that very quickly, I was going to regret it. But did I really mean it? I’m not one to fly into saying something half-cocked. I decided I did. “You do!”
It was much too late. She raised back a hand, and slapped me. I barely felt it, honestly, but it stung on the inside. “You are a despicable, self-centered….person!”” She finally spat out the last word. “You may be TheGreatCon, but that doesn’t mean anything to me!”
I doubted that. I also realized I was losing at something here, and I wasn’t really sure how to turn it around. “That’s the thing! I didn’t think me being TheGreatCon would be that important to you!”
She glared at me, levelly into the eyes. “You really thought so? You really thought that you being the fastest rising gamer in the entire world wouldn’t affect our relationship at all? Not something I ought to know about my best friend?”
“Well, uh…not as such.” I protested weakly.
“I’m going home.” She said. “I hope you have a good night gaming with the ‘crew’!” And she spun on her heel, and stormed off, splattering with me mud. I stood there, soaked, rain running down my back, my light polyester shirt hanging limply on my shoulders, my tennis shoes slowly filling up. And I felt miserable. And it had nothing to do with the weather.
To say the least, we didn’t get directly down to gaming. I had a million questions to answer. Of course, the biggest one was “how?” How had I gotten so good, so fast? What was my secret?
All would be revealed in due time. But, obviously, I wasn’t playing in any immersion rig. They were left to puzzle it over to themselves as we finally settled in, running through levels en masse.
The one person who had no questions, though, was Celeste. She remained silently apart from the group, and the expression on her face spelled trouble. She looked hurt. Betrayed. Sick to the stomach.
I wasn’t exactly sure where I had gone wrong. I mean, besides turning out to be a celebrity she had a crush on. My mind was distracted while we gamed, but I still held my own as a champion gamer, even if my mind was elsewhere.
We wrapped up a couple hours later. Lots of the guys were planning on staying later, so I settled in deeper and wondered about the possibility of a power drink or something.
And then I noticed Celeste heading for the door, bag over her shoulder. I shoved my laptop to the side, and dashed after her. I chased her out of the room and down the stairs, only catching her right outside the door. It was raining outside, of course. The scene couldn’t have been completely miserable without rain soaking through my tennis shoes. And she looked miserable.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Dumb question.” She snorted, wiping at her nose.
“Well, I’m dumb.” I shrugged. “What’s the answer?”
“You’re TheGreatCon!” She burst out, rain soaking into her clothes.
“Yeah.” I said. “And…?”
“You never told me!” She said.
“It was never the right time.”
“You had a lot of right times, mister.” She countered vehemently. “A whole lot of them better than just now!”
“I just wanted, to, you know, get the pic, and, I had sort of been planning this for a while…”
She sniffed. “You had your own little plan, and didn’t once consider how it’d make me feel, did you?”
“Well, actually, we predicted you’d flip, so we weren’t far off.”
Uhho. Something tells me that Alejandro will be wishing for a lightning strike in a minute here…. Awesome!! Moar!! : D
To say the least, we didn’t get directly down to gaming. I had a million questions to answer. Of course, the biggest one was “how?” How had I gotten so good, so fast? What was my secret?
All would be revealed in due time. But, obviously, I wasn’t playing in any immersion rig. They were left to puzzle it over to themselves as we finally settled in, running through levels en masse.
The one person who had no questions, though, was Celeste. She remained silently apart from the group, and the expression on her face spelled trouble. She looked hurt. Betrayed. Sick to the stomach.
I wasn’t exactly sure where I had gone wrong. I mean, besides turning out to be a celebrity she had a crush on. My mind was distracted while we gamed, but I still held my own as a champion gamer, even if my mind was elsewhere.
We wrapped up a couple hours later. Lots of the guys were planning on staying later, so I settled in deeper and wondered about the possibility of a power drink or something.
And then I noticed Celeste heading for the door, bag over her shoulder. I shoved my laptop to the side, and dashed after her. I chased her out of the room and down the stairs, only catching her right outside the door. It was raining outside, of course. The scene couldn’t have been completely miserable without rain soaking through my tennis shoes. And she looked miserable.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Dumb question.” She snorted, wiping at her nose.
“Well, I’m dumb.” I shrugged. “What’s the answer?”
“You’re TheGreatCon!” She burst out, rain soaking into her clothes.
“Yeah.” I said. “And…?”
“You never told me!” She said.
“It was never the right time.”
“You had a lot of right times, mister.” She countered vehemently. “A whole lot of them better than just now!”
“I just wanted, to, you know, get the pic, and, I had sort of been planning this for a while…”
She sniffed. “You had your own little plan, and didn’t once consider how it’d make me feel, did you?”
“Well, actually, we predicted you’d flip, so we weren’t far off.”
To be fair Celeste, this is kinda what you get for having a crush on a famous person in the first place. Look on the bright side, at least you already know him and had a crush on him before. ( She'd probably throw me out for saying that. )
Awesome part!! Can't wait to see where this all goes! Moar.
I'm fairly certain she would be no happier with you than Alejandro for saying that, and that's saying something.
To say the least, we didn’t get directly down to gaming. I had a million questions to answer. Of course, the biggest one was “how?” How had I gotten so good, so fast? What was my secret?
All would be revealed in due time. But, obviously, I wasn’t playing in any immersion rig. They were left to puzzle it over to themselves as we finally settled in, running through levels en masse.
The one person who had no questions, though, was Celeste. She remained silently apart from the group, and the expression on her face spelled trouble. She looked hurt. Betrayed. Sick to the stomach.
I wasn’t exactly sure where I had gone wrong. I mean, besides turning out to be a celebrity she had a crush on. My mind was distracted while we gamed, but I still held my own as a champion gamer, even if my mind was elsewhere.
We wrapped up a couple hours later. Lots of the guys were planning on staying later, so I settled in deeper and wondered about the possibility of a power drink or something.
And then I noticed Celeste heading for the door, bag over her shoulder. I shoved my laptop to the side, and dashed after her. I chased her out of the room and down the stairs, only catching her right outside the door. It was raining outside, of course. The scene couldn’t have been completely miserable without rain soaking through my tennis shoes. And she looked miserable.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Dumb question.” She snorted, wiping at her nose.
“Well, I’m dumb.” I shrugged. “What’s the answer?”
“You’re TheGreatCon!” She burst out, rain soaking into her clothes.
“Yeah.” I said. “And…?”
“You never told me!” She said.
“It was never the right time.”
“You had a lot of right times, mister.” She countered vehemently. “A whole lot of them better than just now!”
“I just wanted, to, you know, get the pic, and, I had sort of been planning this for a while…”
She sniffed. “You had your own little plan, and didn’t once consider how it’d make me feel, did you?”
“Well, actually, we predicted you’d flip, so we weren’t far off.”
To say the least, we didn’t get directly down to gaming. I had a million questions to answer. Of course, the biggest one was “how?” How had I gotten so good, so fast? What was my secret?
All would be revealed in due time. But, obviously, I wasn’t playing in any immersion rig. They were left to puzzle it over to themselves as we finally settled in, running through levels en masse.
The one person who had no questions, though, was Celeste. She remained silently apart from the group, and the expression on her face spelled trouble. She looked hurt. Betrayed. Sick to the stomach.
I wasn’t exactly sure where I had gone wrong. I mean, besides turning out to be a celebrity she had a crush on. My mind was distracted while we gamed, but I still held my own as a champion gamer, even if my mind was elsewhere.
We wrapped up a couple hours later. Lots of the guys were planning on staying later, so I settled in deeper and wondered about the possibility of a power drink or something.
And then I noticed Celeste heading for the door, bag over her shoulder. I shoved my laptop to the side, and dashed after her. I chased her out of the room and down the stairs, only catching her right outside the door. It was raining outside, of course. The scene couldn’t have been completely miserable without rain soaking through my tennis shoes. And she looked miserable.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Dumb question.” She snorted, wiping at her nose.
“Well, I’m dumb.” I shrugged. “What’s the answer?”
“You’re TheGreatCon!” She burst out, rain soaking into her clothes.
“Yeah.” I said. “And…?”
“You never told me!” She said.
“It was never the right time.”
“You had a lot of right times, mister.” She countered vehemently. “A whole lot of them better than just now!”
“I just wanted, to, you know, get the pic, and, I had sort of been planning this for a while…”
She sniffed. “You had your own little plan, and didn’t once consider how it’d make me feel, did you?”
“Well, actually, we predicted you’d flip, so we weren’t far off.”
sweet it's raining the world needs rain
I don't know a whole lot about teenage-girl crushes, so I'm not sure whose side I should be on here.
I'm making it all up as I go, I know even less than you do. Root for Celeste, Alejandro is an oblivious jerk.
Actually, most of them were vaguely disappointing, I had them going better in my head.
Well. . . I guess that means you need to either learn how to write those scenes in the way you want them to be like how they are in your head, or just lower your expectations.
Or I CON just go through life hating what I write, which is fairly normal.
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Don't worry pandas, I got ya. 
Something tells me that Alejandro will be wishing for a lightning strike in a minute here….
Can't wait to see where this all goes! 
I love rain.