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.
Congratulations Alejandro, you have just reached a jumping off point. This is where you make a decision that will change the entire course of you future. Good luck son. *salutes*
Poor guy, it always gets worse before it's gets better don't it. You might even say it doesn't rain but it pours…..
Woah! That is a desperat thief. Or maybe crazy…. wow. How odd.
It was probably an accident, there were about a hundred umbrellas in the dining hall, and mine was just a stereotypical black one. But it wasn't there when I came back out.
No, actually, one of my pet peeves is all the lying in literature and movies. Why are none of our "heroes" okay with just telling the truth and dealing with the consequences?
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.
Or maybe crazy…. wow. How odd. 
*goes back to obsessing over red pandas* ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
We'll wait patiently then. 