Yeah, I may or may not have CONpletely overextended myself.
2. Yeah, the mods are fairly strict on romance, just keep it very PG and you'll be fine. Honestly, I prefer my romance stories PG.
2. Nah I'm not worried about that, I definitely prefer romance stories PG too. ( If anything it's violence that'll probably get me in trouble with the mods... ) What I'm worried about is my siblings or someone reading the story parts that have romance in it and then teasing or judging me about it or something. ( I'm so paranoid. )
2. (Oh, yeah, I got the prologue to the Runner rejected on here for that...which ironically had already been posted on the old MBs. ) I'm not too worried about that...I actually read my MB Stories to my not-so-little bros, they always enjoy them.
The ice cream parlor turned out to be a nice mix of her world and mine. It was neither uptown nor down, and fairly reasonably priced. It was retro, still around from some time in the 80s. They had Journey on the radio, and a disco ball spinning sadly on the ceiling.
“Rest in peace, disco.” I said, staring at it.
She giggled.
I didn’t how to take this. I think, besides Mateo’s siblings, she was the first girl to giggle at anything I had said. I don’t hang out much with the opposite gender, and normally when I do, I’m too immersed in a good soccer game to stop and think about it.
“So, uh, you talk about me to your parents…?” I said, which by the way, is not a great way to start a conversation, but I did have a genuine interest in this field.
She blushed. Again, a first. “Of course.”
“And, uh, what do they think of me?”
The look she gave me was just the teensiest bit coy. “On the whole, or right now?”
“Uh…right now?” I hazarded.
She dipped her spoon in her ice cream. “They’re amused.”
I settled back in my chair. “I can live with that for now.”
She snorted. “I don’t think you have much of a say in the matter.”
“I could graffiti the property and that’d change real fast.”
“You South Americans and your graffiti.” She tossed her head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think they hadn’t invented paper yet down here.”
“No, just mechanical pencils.” I said regretfully.
An awkward pause fell over the conversation. I contemplated this, and decided, on the whole, I could live with this, and continued to spoon up my ice cream. Celeste, on the other hand, was not prepared to give up conversation so easily, after having just broken me out of my little bubble. “What game were you playing all that week? And don’t say Agar.io, I’m not buying that.”
1. That's great! 2. I'd be concerned she was gonna figure it out if I didn't know she doesn't find out his identity till later.
The ice cream parlor turned out to be a nice mix of her world and mine. It was neither uptown nor down, and fairly reasonably priced. It was retro, still around from some time in the 80s. They had Journey on the radio, and a disco ball spinning sadly on the ceiling.
“Rest in peace, disco.” I said, staring at it.
She giggled.
I didn’t how to take this. I think, besides Mateo’s siblings, she was the first girl to giggle at anything I had said. I don’t hang out much with the opposite gender, and normally when I do, I’m too immersed in a good soccer game to stop and think about it.
“So, uh, you talk about me to your parents…?” I said, which by the way, is not a great way to start a conversation, but I did have a genuine interest in this field.
She blushed. Again, a first. “Of course.”
“And, uh, what do they think of me?”
The look she gave me was just the teensiest bit coy. “On the whole, or right now?”
“Uh…right now?” I hazarded.
She dipped her spoon in her ice cream. “They’re amused.”
I settled back in my chair. “I can live with that for now.”
She snorted. “I don’t think you have much of a say in the matter.”
“I could graffiti the property and that’d change real fast.”
“You South Americans and your graffiti.” She tossed her head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think they hadn’t invented paper yet down here.”
“No, just mechanical pencils.” I said regretfully.
An awkward pause fell over the conversation. I contemplated this, and decided, on the whole, I could live with this, and continued to spoon up my ice cream. Celeste, on the other hand, was not prepared to give up conversation so easily, after having just broken me out of my little bubble. “What game were you playing all that week? And don’t say Agar.io, I’m not buying that.”
1. That's great! 2. I'd be concerned she was gonna figure it out if I didn't know she doesn't find out his identity till later.
1. That would not have been great if he'd carried through on it.
2. But, maybe she did, and that's why I deleted these scenes... O_o
Who told you it was garbage?? It was funny and accurate. Moar? : D
I did. This part isn't the bad part. The main problem was that it kind of led away from the direction I needed the story to take. I needed CONflict between Celeste and Alejandro still, not boring ice cream parlor visits.
I did. This part isn't the bad part. The main problem was that it kind of led away from the direction I needed the story to take. I needed CONflict between Celeste and Alejandro still, not boring ice cream parlor visits.
Me: Ooh, I can help! *Slips legging over face to hide identity like a 90's bandito* Tigress: Oh, hi Lolimon. Me: Hi. Tigress: *keeps walking* Me: Tigress: Me: Tigress: *walks back* Are my- why, no, how do you have my leggings?! MOCK!
Yup, that sounds like a plausible scenario.
*Phew*
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
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