I could. . . *thinks frantically* . . . I could fly over there and kidnap you, and then you wouldn't have to worry about college and life-stuff anymore.
I'll pack my bags. Take me away.
*packs bandit-ski mask and baseball bat in case of resistance from your friends or family members*
Okay, first off, an update. I am working on a sequel. There are words on paper the word document. It's been an incredibly slow process, and at this point I keep changing stuff, so I basically get on one day, rewrite two-thirds of what I wrote the last time, and then that just keeps repeating over and over. Don't give up yet, though, there's still hope.
Meanwhile, here's a deleted scene from BASICS. This is right after Alejandro has apologized to Celeste (as you CON probably gather), and was deleted because it was CONplete garbage. It'll take me a couple posts to get it out, so that gives me a good excuse to put off posting the sequel stay tuned.
I found Mateo upstairs, tossing paper clips at passing pedestrians from the window. “Yo, what’s Celeste’s contact info?”
“Just message her on LMB.” He said, then doubled over laughing as if he had just said the most hilarious thing ever.
I was not amused. “No, really.” “First off, I saw her yesterday, and she seems to be in some sort of dream state about you. She’s back in ‘Alejandro is an amazing person’ mode, and I’m just kind of wondering how the bricks she’s back to that, right after you lock yourself in your room like some sociopath.” Mateo straightened back out. “Explain, and it better be good.” “I said I was sorry.” “Uh-huh.” Mateo said. “I bet that part went over well.” “Of course.” I said, trying to ignore the sarcasm. “And then she hit you?” He ventured a guess. “No, that was it.” I tried. “All that happened.” “Uh-huh. Like that would work.” Mateo gave me a bored look. “Man, you might not know girls, but I’ve got sisters.” I threw up my hands. “Oh, alright, I got vulnerable and I cried and somehow she liked that.” “They relate with emotions. They don’t relate with high scores.” Mateo pulled out his phone. “What do you need?”
Oh hey more!
@bold That's funny. What about getting emotional about high scores though?
That's probably not deep enough emotion for us. There's nothing very exciting about high scores to most girls.
-last edited on Jan 2, 2019 0:09:04 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Jan 2, 2019 0:08:57 GMT
Moar deleted stuff.
“LEGO Multiplayer Battles.” I said, because I’m not in the habit of lying.
“You good at it?”
“Yeah.” I said, because the same.
“We should totally play sometime!” She enthused.
My brain, by this point, was screaming at me to change the subject, but for the life of me, all my mouth wanted to utter had to do with hippos, and that had no relevance to the current conversation, so I just kind of spluttered and waited for my brain and mouth to reach an agreement. They didn’t in time.
“What’s your gamer tag?” She reached out and snatched a pen off the table, and handed it to me. “Write it on my wrist.”
I didn’t know what to do. Write it on her wrist, I doomed my secret. If I didn’t write it on her wrist, I needed a good excuse, and my brain had joined my mouth in its obsession with hippos.
Slowly, I took the pen from her hand. I poised it above her wrist, and slowly traced it across her skin.
It was dry.
For all of you who don’t believe in fate, keep it to yourself, I’m forever CONvinced.
I managed to fandangle the situation back under control and get us out of there and away from each other safely. I was trudging back to the gym, and she was headed to her house. I wiped a bead of sweat of my brow, and adjusted my shirt, which was soaked through with sweat. It is South America, after all. That wasn’t all just from nervousness.
Then the thought struck me. She was walking home. She was walking home alone. I hadn’t offered to walk her home!
I never felt more like a failure in my life.
I turned around to chase after her, but then I stopped. It’d be awkward. It’d be really awkward.
She’d be fine. She’d walked home alone a million times from the gym before and nothing had happened. That thought made me feel even worse, though, because I realized I had never once offered to walk her home before. Not that she would have accepted later on, but still, the gentleman in me was wringing his hands in despair over my lack of chivalry.
I was halfway down the street, and she was out of sight, when with a sigh I turned around. I had to do it. My brain had stopped screaming “hippos” at me, and was now running through a monologue of blame and shame. I trotted up the street, and took the turn she had gone around only a few seconds before.
Why thank you. I want to be a writer, so it's super inspiring to find people who can commit and make an amazing story like you did.
I'm currently working on a minor in Writing at college, so I'm definitely aspiring to be an author as well. Btw, I don't remember if you asked to be in it, but you are in the sequel. I was just making a character and you fit it best.
Wow, that's awesome, I hope it's going well. wha-AT? *hyperventilates* Thank you!! I just sat here for a few seconds looking at the keyboard trying make a smiley face that conveys my excitement, but nothing worked. Wait. . .that last sentence. . . is that a good thing or a bad thing?
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How about some more of the deleted scene to CONpensate? 
