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.
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.
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 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.
AKA, my childhood, though they still gave me occasional nightmares. XD At least you've got a nice hat to suit your personality.
I used to be VERY scared of The Rumor Weed and The Fib From Outer Space...
O.O Those totally freaked me out!! I can't remember how many nightmares I had that were inspired by those episodes. . . XD Wow, of all the TV shows I grew up with, the vegetable-themed Christian one teaching you morals and stories from the Bible gave me the most emotional trauma.