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.
2. ( That is ironic. I had a similar thing happen to me when I posted the proluge for Gravitation on the Ninjago gallery. It was ok on the original Ninjago stories sub forum, but it wasn't on the Ninjago gallery. ) That's awesome! I wish I could do that, but I don't like reading out loud.
@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.
That's true. I'm useally more focused on the fact that I survived the level or I figured out the puzzle anyway. Unless it's Fruit Ninja or another type of arcade game, but even then I'm pretty chill about it.
“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.
That's probably not deep enough emotion for us. There's nothing very exciting about high scores to most girls.
That's true. I'm useally more focused on the fact that I survived the level or I figured out the puzzle anyway. Unless it's Fruit Ninja or another type of arcade game, but even then I'm pretty chill about it.
I guess video games can be an emotional roller coaster, if you're competing against friends.
That's true. I'm useally more focused on the fact that I survived the level or I figured out the puzzle anyway. Unless it's Fruit Ninja or another type of arcade game, but even then I'm pretty chill about it.
I guess video games can be an emotional roller coaster, if you're competing against friends.
*is sad that this story is over and waits impatiently for the sequel* ._. This was really enjoyable to read, the mix of humour and CONflict was great and the epilogue CONcluded the story nicely while leaving a cliffhanger. Looking forward to how this will CONtinue!
Hi! You don't know me, but I noticed that it was your birthday. Happy Birthday, IceFire!!
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What about getting emotional about high scores though? 
I'm just enjoying this non canon " junk". 
I wish I could do that, but I don't like reading out loud. 
I was playing Mario Kart against my younger siblings the other day and my little sister started kicking me when I got first place. 
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Happy Birthday, IceFire!! 
