>"Hey Anon, you're really smart right?"
>"Could you maybe give me some help with my homework, I'll find some way to make it up to you."
Faggot like you probably filled it with asinine errors.
"What is it?"
>"Just a few questions for the chemistry worksheet"
"You mean the two page long one?"
>"Yeah, can you help me?"
"Of course, after all, we have good
"Sorry, that's a bad pun. Anyways, what specifically can I do for ya?"
>"This question here"
"okay, let me get in my
>"...Stop laughing at your own jokes"
"I can't help it! My sides
"Well, I guess you better get "atom"
You don't know the half of it.
>She'd stopped you in the hall after class to ask you. A note was passed during class, and since then, you wondered what she could've wanted.
>All in all, not suprising. Many people came to you for help, in any class.
"So, you need some help with science?"
>Science was your favorite subject. Genetics, biology, astrology, geology, all of it. You've studied subjects from urban to agrarian, hell, you are the very model of a science student.
>She nods, smiling. Her face scrunches, and then folds her arms behind her back.
>"....and history. And English. Math too, math is really hard."
>You nod, and put a hand under your chin. Next class is in ten minutes, so you need to come up with something fast.
>She stands, swaying forward and back, killing time, looking anywhere but at you. With a snap of your fingers, her attention is on you.
"I think I can spare some time. When are you free?"
>Grinning, with her big purple eyes lighting up rather cutely, she responds almost instantly.
>"You'll help me? Like, for realizes?"
"Yeah, sure. Nothing better to do today."
>While untrue, teaching someone else was the best form of study.
>"Great! I-I mean, thanks. Can we do it today? Just after school? In the library?"
>You nod, and she gets even more giddy.
>"Thank you so much, Anon!"
>Her happiness is infectious, and a smile spreads across your lips as well.
"Don't mention i-"
>You're cut off as she rushes you, and hugs tightly. Taken off guard, you miss the opportunity to return the embrace. Pulling away from you after a longer-than-normal hug, she runs off.
>Just before rounding the corner, she turns back and waves, her cheeks a little red.
>You wave back, and feel your own face get hot, and your pants a little tight.
>Remembering that you still had a whole day before your study session, you hurry off to class.
>tfw 4 away from trips
Fuck thine shit.
>By the end of school, you find her already in the library, bright-eyed and bushy pony-tailed. She waves as she spots you, and smiles wide.
>Doing the same, you make your way to the table she claimed.
>She greets, being louder than she meant to be. She ducks down, but the librarians don't care. It's after school, no one's really around.
"Hey, Sonata. So, where do you want to begin?"
[Spoiler]Dubs decides motherfuckers. You've got a choice of Math, Science, English, or history.[/spoiler]
>"Actually, Anon, I remembered I have some other homework I need help on..."
"Alright, sure. Let's see it."
>She reluctantly pulls out a sheet of paper, and puts it in front of you. You read the top, and prepare for the first question.
>"What color is the red fire truck."
>You read it again. It's still asking for the color of the red fire truck. You rest your head on a hand, blinking in bewilderment.
>"Look, I know what you're thinking..."
>Still in shock, you don't respond. This is special ED work. You had no idea that she was dumb. Well, you knew she was dumb, but you had no idea that it was that bad.
>"Anon, it's just because I didn't test that good on some stupid quiz they had everyone take. I tried to tell them that everyone told me not to take it seriously, but stupid Principal Celestia wouldn't listen."
"So...so you're not....you know..."
>She puts her head down on the table and sighs.
>"No, of course not. But it's at the bottom, the signature. I normally just get Aria or Adagio to do it, but they always tease me, when they're the ones who told me to flunk it on purpose!"
"It's fine, it's fine. I was just worried for a second."
>She pokes her head up from her arms. A teary purple eye shines up at you.
>"So you don't think I'm retarded? For realizes?"
"No! Of course not."
>She picks herself up and smiles, sniffing a little.
"Now, I'll sign this, and then we'll get started. Ok? You pick what you want to study first."
I had to respect the dubz guise.
Oh thank fucking god.
I always mix up astronomy and astrology. Woops.
>By the time you're done with the paper, forging a signature, she's already pulled out a book and some papers. "History of the World."
"History first? Sounds good. What chapter is your class on?"
>She smiles, and flips pages to the section. Looking upon it upside down, it's on the French Revolution. Drawing upon what you know, you start flipping pages and pointing things out.
>"So...it's not about remembering dates, it's better to remember the stuff that happened?"
>She sits, holding her forehead. You had started telling her about the Revolution, but ended up giving her more general advice. Advice, that was well-needed.
"Pretty much. You can remember the year, but it's not important to remember what month or day."
>She pipes up, and her face lights up. She scribbles that on the margins of her paper, which quickly filled with notes and your own personal advice.
>You smile, never having tutored someone so attentive and excited. Most just wanted you to give them the answers. A feeling told you that she wanted answers too, but at least she made you feel appreciated.
"I think that wraps up that. So what nex-"
>A hand on your shoulder stops you cold. Turning you find the head librarian smiling down at you two.
>"I know you dearies are making progress, but we have to close soon. I'm sorry."
>Sonata deflates, and you smile understandingly.
"Oh, don't worry about it. We'll get going."
>"Thank you. Have a nice day."
>Calling the same, you move and start filing papers. Sonata copies, and you get her things ready. As you go to grab the book, she does the same. Before your hands meet, she recoils, and blushes. Picking up the book, you hand it to her, not having noticed her embaressment. She takes it, and busies herself with closing her backpack.
Yeah, I know, I know. Not a perfect writefag.
>Out in the parking lot, it's mostly empty. You see your SUV further back. You always park there because it lets you beat traffic. You walk fast, and normally leave the school once classes end.
>Making the trek, Sonata stays pretty close to you despite the empty lot. You don't find it odd.
>You remember your courtesy, and the point of her being with you.
"Hey, you still got time? I don't have to be home for a while. We could keep studying if you want."
>The light blue girl looks up at you, smiling.
>"I'd love to! I mean...you mean it? I don't want to bother you..."
>Slumping as she speaks, you pull out your keys. You unlock your car, and turn back to her.
"Sure, don't worry about it. C'mon. Plus it looks like your sisters ditched you."
>Giving you a puzzled look, she processes.
>"Sisters? Oh! No, silly! Adagio and Aria aren't my sisters! We just live together."
>You don't want to pry, so just put out your hand. She looks at it, then you. Hesitantly, she puts her own in yours, as if she's trying to shake your hand.
>Giving her a bewildered look this time, you don't attempt to pull away.
"I'll put your backpack in the trunk..."
>Her mouths reshapes into an O and lets go of your hand, and in the same motion, slips off her backpack. Holding it up to you in offering, she smiles.
>Returning the gesture, you take her pack, and reach back and open the door. You go back to the trunk while she gets herself seated.
>You think of how weird that exchange was, but brush it off. She was in special ED, after all.
>After kicking yourself for that joke, you get in your car, start it up.
>You know a place to go, a bookstore down the road. You go there to buy books that the library doesn't have. More fiction stuff than pragmatic texts, but it has a section you can go and read in.
>You turn onto the road, and mess with the radio. Mostly when the hosts are talking, but one is playing some music. It's the classic rock station, as normal. They don't talk too often, and it's why you always keep them close by.
>You lean back, and cruise down the road. Sonata takes in the sights, never having been on this road before. As she notices the music, she nods along to the beat.
>Glancing at her, you see she's liking it.
"Like the song?"
>"Yeah! What is it?"
"Drift Away. One of my favorites. Me and my dad always heard this song."
>A few seconds pass. You nod along with her, and begin to half-ass singing.
"Gimme the beat boys, and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your rock and roll..."
>Sonata sings with you at "Drift away."
>Laughing, you urge her on.
"See? You're gettin' it!"
>You wait for the chorus to start. You put a finger up to prepare Sonata. Your co-star leans in, excited.
"Oh, gimme the beat boys, and free my soul..."
>"I wanna get lost in your rock and roll, and.
>She giggles as you sing with her.
"Won't you take me away?"
>You laugh with her. It's always good to find someone who actually likes classic rock that's not twice your age.
>Really, the only people you know that do are Principal Celestia and the janitor of the school. And your father of course.
>You pull into the bookstore parking lot, and find a spot. It's not too filled up, mostly employee cars.
>Getting out, you grab Sonata's bag from the trunk. She's still humming the tune to the song, smiling all the while. The grin infects you too, and you lock your car.
If you knew how butch of a girl I was, you'd regret what you just said.
Don't have to in order to know what those creatures look like. Oh well, like I said, it isn't a turn off for me baby.
I'd ask for some kind of contact info but this isn't /b/ or /soc/ so rip in piece, may we meet again sometime.
What have I done?
>Giving the cashier a wave, you lead Sonata to a table. Putting her bag down, you sit, and let her get comfortable in her own chair.
"Alright, now what? Science?"
>She nods, and reaches into her bag, pulls out some of today's work. She sets it out in front of her, forgetting that you'd have to read upside down.
>You simply stand, and cross to her side. She watches you intently, and scoots to the side to let you get closer to the book.
>You already did this worksheet, but you don't instantly get to work. Instead, you look in her bag and see if she has her science book. She seems to tense, and makes a move to stop, but restrains herself.
>Finding nothing, you turn back to the sheet in front of you.
"Alright, so what do remember about terminal velocity?"
>She puts a finger to her lips her smile fading.
>"Umm...the velocity that something will die from when they hit the ground?"
>She smiles cheekily. You shake your head.
"Not exactly. See, it's the maximum speed at which an object can fall. In a vacuum, without air resistance, everything will fall at the same speed...."
>An hour later, the worksheet's done. A sheet has been filled with notes, like with history.
"Alright, I think we're good on science. Now let's try ma-"
>Sonata yawns, covering her mouth. She looks back at you expectantly. You feel your stomach rumble, and decide that it's a good time to stop.
"Actually...I think we can pick up tomorrow."
>She looks alarmed, her eyebrows raise up. Almost pouting, she begs.
>"No, no! I'm not tired!"
>You rub the back of your neck.
"Too much information for one day. You might not remember everything if we go over it now."
>Downtrodden, she begins to pack her things. You put a hand on her shoulder. Meeting your gaze hopefully, she turns.
"How about we grab some dinner? I'm hungry. You?"
>Her expression turns right around. Nodding and smiling gladly that your time together won't end, she finishes packing.
Calling it a night, hope to wake up to some
writefag... do you want us all to die of betus?
you could kill the majority of mexico with this concoction
that i hope will end with Anon ravishing Sonata's tight puffy pussy lips with his beastly cock and inhuman stamina (or human stamina, since humans last comparatively forever in the sac)
>Still calling for tits
"There are no girls on the internet" died long time ago. Just deal with it
>On the road again, you try and find a place to eat.
"Hey Sonata, any preference?"
>She shakes her head.
>"No, not really."
>You bite your lip, looking around. Spotting a Mexican place, you turn in. You hear her gasp, and turn.
>"I LOVE Mexican food!"
>Her eyes are like stars. You think its because of the streetlights. She turns to you, in wonder.
>"How'd you know?"
"Didn't want to drive too far. This looked nice."
>Shrugging, you focus on finding a spot.
>Once you get a table, Sonata quickly picks up the menu, flipping pages.
>You look at your own, decide on a burrito with some rice. Your waiter is already at your side. You think you recognize her from school, but you don't know. Everyone knows you as the smart guy, but you don't know many people.
>Irrelevant, as she asks for your order. Some sweet tea and the burrito with rice, and Sonata gets a few beef tacos and a soda.
>"I'll get this right out for the happy couple."
>You begin to try and correct her, but she's already off. With an uneasy look, you turn to Sonata. She doesn't seem phased by the accusation of your relationship status.
>"What? Some girl thinks we're going out? So what?"
>She smiles, hands folded. It's disarming, and you relax.
"Well, we were in the library for an hour. Then I drove us to the bookstore, and now we're getting dinner. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if people start saying we're a couple."
>She blushed at the mention of dinner, and covered it with a sip of her drink. You took a drink, and tried to think of something else.
>You weren't good at conversation. No one talked to you unless they needed you.
>But Sonata broke the silence.
>"Hey, Anon...I was just wondering...ARE you going out with someone?"
>Your turn to blush.
...alright, Anon. Don't click the picture if you don't want small tits from a butch girl.
I enjoy your writing very much, please do more
"Naw, no. Too busy, really. Plus, girls only talk to me when they need help with their homework. They're not into the smart guy routine. They'd rather come talk to me when I make six figures. You know?"
>Cutie blue giggled. After a moment, though, stopped. You asked her what's wrong.
>"You said that girls only talk to you when they want their homework done...like...me."
>Your eyes widen.
"No, no. I didn't mean it like that, not at all. What I meant was that..."
>She looked hurt. Not by you, but by her own actions.
"I mean that girls are only interested up to that point. Once I get their paper done, they're out the door. You, you begged for us no to part. It's...I felt flattered, really."
>Smiling, she felt better.
>"Well, I couldn't just make you spend an afternoon with some dumb special ED girl and ditch you, could I?"
"I'm glad you didn't. Plus, give yourself more credit. You picked up on physics pretty well."
>She waved a hand.
>"I owe it to you of course."
>A shared laugh, and back to the quiet. A moment passed in silence. It seemed Sonata was about to speak, but her eyes flicked behind you. You looked, and the server was coming on you two.
>She smiled, and placed your plates down, warning of the heat.
>Leaving with a wink to you, Sonata's eyes were drawn to her tacos. She picked one up and took a bite. A loud "MMMH!" escaped her.
>"Thanks for dinner anon!"
"Don't worry about it, Sonata."
>You focused on your own plate, and found the rice tempting.
Nope, Kiryu and King Ghidorah.
jet jaguar is under rated though
>400x5 + 3x5
Naw, but I may do it someday. The issue is, I do such diverse work, I don't know what to make it. I've done this, Sunset Shimmer, Momlestia, regular Celestia, Spitfire, NMM, HI ANON!. But no pastebin though. I have al my stuff screencappd though.
You got King Gidorah up in there? Holy shit.
Also, the point of the image was the meaning of "There are no girls on the internet. "Tomorrow, I could go on tumblr and pretend to be a non-binary attack helicopter-kin who advocates for bestiality. We're anonymous, and only if we have relevant experience to a topic should we break that anonymity.
That's not how Special Ed works. Not at all.
If she mentally challenged to THAT extent then she'd be learning practical ways to take care of herself after graduating. Stuff like basic finance and General organizationial skills.
I'm a former Special Education student and an education major. I know this shit.
Also, thanks for the compliment. I'll may link to some of my other stuff later.
It is. But it's the point of it. It's about how I can pretend to be anyone.
Mfw I didn't realize I got dub dubs till now
I believe in you, anon.
Oh man don't remind me of that comic. Too many feels to handle
>After dinner you were driving her home. It was mostly quiet, just listening to the music.
>"I wish it wasn't a school night. So we could spend more time together."
>She said this without thinking, and she tensed. But you didn't see, surprised by the outburst.
"Same here," you said, after a moment. "I had a better time then I thought I would."
>She smiled, and turned to you from the window.
>"For realzies? We should do this more often then!"
"And feed the rumors? That are already gonna be going at school, about us showing up together at a restaurant? About us being a couple?"
>She slumped, in the corner of your eye. You turned, gave her a smile.
"Not that I wouldn't mind those rumors."
>"Why should they..." She trailed off, blushing.
>A moment of her squirming cutely.
>"I-I said...why should they just be rumors? I-I mean, we've pretty much already had a first date, I like you a lo-"
>After her high speed ramble, the hard stop was surprising. She regained her composure, and resumed.
>"I...I like you a lot. I think you're cute. You're funny, smart. Kind. And right now, I really hope you don't want to kick me out of your car."
>She began to tear up, and you pulled into an empty parking lot near some store.
>You turned towards her. You reached out, grabbed her hand, gently. She smiled. You smiled. Her grew wider. Yours grew wider.
"You know, I feel the same way. Why should they just stay rumors? If they want to say we're a couple, then a couple we are."
>Her eyes began to fill with tears. She leaned in and embraced you, and you hugged back this time.
>The car seats made it hard to hug, but you two managed. She pulled back an held you at arm's length.
>"I'd love to be your girlfriend, Anon."
>You pull her in for a kiss, and find she tastes of Mexican food. It's not what you expected, but the feeling of her skin against yours is wonderful.
>She pulls away, and looks directly into your eyes.
>"You taste like tacos, Anon." She pauses, presses her forehead into yours. "I really like tacos."
>It may not be the romantic line you expected, not the one the actors say, but coming from your blue cutie...it's the best thing you could hear.
>damage control before the shitstorm ensues
Oh you have no idea.
I don't know if I could do anything that would actually be of any help in the long term. I don't have any study habits or anything, I just read the textbooks when I get bored.
I'll try walking you through it but don't get your hopes up; just because I can do it doesn't mean I can teach it. And you don't have to make it up to me, just promise you'll try to find a method of study that works for you.
Thanks. I'll try and return. I'll cap my posts, ad if this thread has died, I'll start a new one. Proabably around eastern US time is when I can return. If not, I'm sure e621 has some nicely done art of Sonata. If you're interested in other stuff by me, I have a fanfiction.net account. It's mostly fallout 3 and pokemon stuff (I know, pokefag pls leave, but I was younger then.) And I'll post a clop thing I've done. I don't hve the time to write one though.
I don't know shit about Spec ED. I had to improvise. Sorry for not including realism in a story about pastel colored humans and a hot ditzy girl going after a nerd.
Okay, "realistic" probaby isn't the right word for what I am trying to say. I think less stereotyped and more believable is more along the lines of what I am trying to say.
It just sort of killed my suspension of disbelief, probably because I know about the special Education system.
Like imagine if you were reading a story that took place in a plane and you know a lot about planes. If the author goes out of the way to identify the type of plane but gets the number of engines the plane has wrong and bases an important plot point around that fact, it takes you out of the story, even if the rest of the story is really good (which this one is by the way).
Do You understand what I am trying to say?
I wish I were her that's for sure. Might be a bit jealous. Here's the thing, you have to act like a friend first. I hate it when guys I've known only know me because they like me, and are very clear about. Act like you're there with her to just have fun. When you do have fun, make it memorable. That will she will mentally connect you to the feelings she felt when with you. Secondly, WATCH GODZILLA WITH HER. The Godzilla-loving community is very small, and when I met a person who wanted to watch Godzilla with me, I was fucking ecstactic. When you do flirt, don't make it seem like you're flirting, only teasing.
Now if you ever get to finger her, stick your middle and ring finger into her vagina, and rotate it more & more. Eventually, you'll find the G-spot. (an old friend I had told proved it to me, and by god it works)
You Normans and your lifes...
Sometimes i recall old times when i was 'normal' and get all nostalgic
>the spoiler, dear god...
Ive seen with her, tokyo s.o.s, godzilla vs gigan, final wars, godzilla vs mothra, godzilla 2000 (fuck whatever you say godzilla 1998, we watched it, and we had a laugh) and I took her to see the 2014 movie. How should I go about flirting, i think because I am huge compared to her 6'4" and she 5'5" i cant tease her like normal people
Do people really need help finding the g-spot? If you have any knowledge of biology, it's really goddamn easy to locate. I guess people aren't really encouraged to learn about their own sexuality in Western society, though. Fucking puritan values.
if she is aware, she is a damn good actress
we keep trying to one up each other, and we do hang out and we are comfortable enough around each other, She even crashed on my bed once, tho i had to sleep on the couch. not enough room for both of us, plus i'm a sleep-hugger
So, are you guys best friends? If so, that's a great start. Ask her friends, though. They might help establish the idea into her mind. You can also (at the right moment/time) tell her. Say you don't mind if she doesn't like you back, but you definitely do. Just remind her that your friends first.
aww shit... i need to slow down, she is muh bro first, but i do want something more
hope i don't break her when i do... well do her. Alot of mass behind each thrust, and its a farm boy at that
You gotta establish a reason why she'd want to be with you. The goal I this: make her eventually think, "Gee, you know, anon's actually pretty damn awesome". That's how it has to start. Also, you can come on down here to see me anytime~
Ask her if she thinks your cute either, saying you're just concerned on your appearance
LOL WHAT THE FUCK!?
i didn't know girls actually do that.
but being that your a girl with male traits(bucthness). it was probably easier for you to show off your tits then a normal girl
This is literally perfect.
The ideas, anyway. It could always have sexier diction. You did the hard part. I am also a stickler for realistic dialogue. You tried harder than most at that. Anon was a bit smooth though.
Good night brothers~
I'll be fingering myself now
Delicious flat chest
>not having them go back to school and trying to shoot down the rumor train
>not having both of them try to awkwardly deflect them only to realize their attraction to each other after much build up
yah blew it
You could always branch the story off by retconning the last post if you want to develop it more. Would make for more believable story
sex, considering it's probably Sonata's first time as well
I may do that. I was kinda rushing it, as like I said earlier, had class at 8 am. Posting from mobile, will be back in two hours. I'll take your advice, retcon some shit. Thanks m8.
Okay because basic is apparently too vague for you, what level of math do you think Sonata knows? basic arithmetic (with positive integers)? fractions? geometry? algebra? calculus?
Counting on figers
Well since they've never been formally educated, anything that they would have learned inductively, so probably basic addition and subtraction with even more basic division and multiplication with whole numbers, and maybe a few fractions (but no concept of decimals).
Anything past that would probably have to relate to a specific experience they had somewhere along the line.
I'm back. We're gonna do a slight retcon. Pretty much cancelling out >>22128582, and going to elongate
dongthe story some. We're going with the suggestion >>22135732 that Spurdo made.
Fast a fuck m8. So we got TexMex, is butch around?
Not sure. Probably not.
Tunnel Snakes cameo in the near future?
For some reason I can't stop imagining Sonata singing Love Me Harder. I actually think she'd be pretty good at it.
I wonder who The Weeknd would be >inb4 /mu/ calling out pop music
"What? And feed the rumors that we're gonna find tomorrow? If anything, a picture of us is already floating around on twitter or something."
>Sonata nods, and turns back to the window. You can't see, but her downtrodden face said it all.
>Driving along, she eventually turned back to you. She didn't talk, but rather just enjoyed the time left that she had.
>Quipping directions from time to time, she played with the radio. Eventually, she settled on the classic rock station. What came out you didn't know the words to, but recognized the tune.
>Sonata picked it up soon enough, and bobbed her head, smiling gently.
>You were at her home soon enough. You saw a few lights on in the windows, but nothing else. Sonata looked out, and then turned to you. Picking up her bag from between her legs, she thanks you.
>"I really appreciate this, Anon. You don't know what this means to me."
>You shrug it off.
"Ah, don't mention it."
>"Same time tomorrow?"
>She asks, hopefully, her eyes bright with pleading.
>You can't resist. Not that you'd refuse anyway.
"Of course. Can't let you fail math or English, can I?"
>She smiles wide, and god dammit, it spreads to you too. She leans forward, surprising you. She turns her head and kisses your cheek, holding your face in place with a gentle hand.
>Your face goes red as flames, and you feel the heat. Or was it her heat? It didn't matter.
>You simply enjoyed it.
>Pulling away, she climbed out of your car. Skipping away, she stopped at her front door. Giving you a happy wave and a wink, she slips inside without waiting for your response.
>Which would never come anyway. You were simply too shocked to react.
>Your muscles took over, letting the car off its brakes. You started to head home, not thinking about what just happened. You were a mile away before you realized what just happened.
>Sonata kissed you.
>At least no one with a camera saw.
g2g for a bit. Will return soon, math homework and shit.
Thanks m8. Gave up on the homework. Now for some other shit. But I don't have an 8am tomorrow, so I can stay up late. Will be back in about two hours. Other green will be posted to satiate some time.
Am I the only one here who values a good build up and actual character development and connection over smut?
Nope. I'm here with you.
Butchtits and a good writefag.
>You awaken from your slumber. The alarm clock reads 6:25. It'll go off in five minutes. But your body always wakes you up beforehand.
>Sighing in comfort, you lay back down. Just a minute to let the rest of your body wake up.
>After a few minutes, you finally gain the resolve to roll over, and slide your feet out of bed.
>Making your way to the bathroom, you shuffle along, your feet almost unstable. Covering your eyes from the light of the bulb, you check your face. Not bad stubble. You can go another day without shaving.
>Rubbing your cheek, a familiar sensation comes over you. You fingers stop on a spot.
>Then it hit you. Last night. Sonata had kissed you. It wasn't a dream.
>Well, it was, admittedly, but that's beside the point.
>You have another study session tonight as well. Shit. Maybe you should shave.
>Pulling into the parking lot, you pull into your normal spot. You straighten your shirt, a button down, as you normally wear, and step out.
>Making your way inside, no one really notices you. At first. As you move along, you feel eyes on you.
>You ignore it, thinking it will go away. If anything, it intensifies.
>In your first class, you sit down and begin to read a book, as usual.
>It only takes a short time before your neighbor takes an interest.
"Some Sci-Fi. Like for the past week."
>"Cool, cool." He pauses. "Anything...uh, interesting happen?"
>You place the book down, knowing he's not gonna stop.
"Just...go ahead and ask." You say, keeping a cool tone.
>"What's up with you an Sonata?"
>Yeah. Just as expected.
"She asked me to tutor her. I obliged."
>"Oh yeah, then you took her to dinner. The entire school knows, dude."
>You groan mentally, outside, you keep it cool. He chuckles, crosses his arms.
>"Didn't know you were that smooth, Anon. Nice."
Ha. Cherries. Just like Sonata's. That's about to get popped.
I'm joking, don't do it writefag. Cherry popping is a dangerous literary game. unless you want to of course
I agree. Smut is a dime a dozen on here and it gets old after a while because, like it or not, there's only so many ways to say what's essentially "he put his dick in her and it felt good."
Too bad it's easily the most liked for obvious reasons, when it's relatively easy to do (granted it's hard to make good smut, but who even cares about quality in smut) compared to buildup and character development and trying to make your writing actually be relatable to readers
>he put his dick in her and it felt good
I only read the finest and most luxurious smut
Oh, I've written smut before. It was the first thing I wrotefagged.
That's where some of the generals come up. A good story gets going, reaches the post limit, and then they call it something. Writefag starts to tripname with a pass, and people say the cancer spreads.
Dub dubs again :^D
"Look, we just got dinner after a long day of studying. I taught her physics and about the French Revolution."
>He grinned. Oh fuck...
>"I'm sure you showed her physics! That law about friction! Oh, oh! I bet you showed her how you're revolution lived on!"
>He laughed at his own joke as you lay your head down on your desk.
>You didn't ask for this. All you wanted was to help one of the new girls out.
>You breath, and lift yourself up. Looking at him flatly, you speak.
"Look, nothing is 'going on' between us. She just needs some help with her classes."
>"Sure man, sure. Don't worry, rumors will die soon."
>His tone was teasing, and you already knew he was just the first to ask.
>You could only fear for Sonata. If you were getting praise for roping such a girl, then she was getting ripped to shreds over choosing some nerd.
>Sonata sat in the back seat, while Aria and Adagio sat in front.
>"So where were you all last night?"
>Aria asked with some edge. Adagio agreed with her, but wasn't as concerned. She got a little bit of the story when Sonata came home, while Aria was asleep. But Sonata rushed off to be, gripping her backpack tightly.
>"Oh, you know. Out studying."
>"You can do that here you know. I'll turn down my music if you want." Adagio suggested.
>"Oh, well, I asked someone to help me study." They asked who. This is the part that Sonata cringed. She spoke softly. "Umm...anon."
>"Who?" Aria asked, turning.
>"Anon. He's really smart! And funny...and nice."
>Aria grinned malevolently.
>"Oh, I see."
>"What?" Sonata defended, arms crossing.
>"Oh, you were just innocently hanging out with him, right? Not fucking him or anything, no. Dumb slut."
9/11 Would fap again.
You guys have the best bantz when I'm writing. It's better than most generals when it comes to waiting for the writefag.
I love you guys more
I'd be happy to be tenth favorite.
You have like the best fucking reaction images I've ever seen. All my keks. Anything collected would be fine. Honestly, if it keeps you guys busy while I'm writing, by all means.
>"I am not a slut! He just helped me learn about why the French Revolution happened! And what Newton's Laws of Physics are!"
>"Really? He managed to get through your thick skull? Prove it."
>Sonata thought for a moment, then remembered.
>"It was important because it led the way to the decline of monarchies all across Europe, and the world!"
>Through the mirror, Adagio's eyebrows raised. "Wow. He must be pretty good for you to remember all that."
>"Yeah, he must be good, seeing as she's such an airhead." Aria chided.
>Adagio simply pressed her fingers into her eyes. She stopped bothering trying to solve their arguments. She just let them duke it out nowadays.
>"I wonder what else he's good at..." Aria wondered out loud, a finger to her mouth flirtatiously.
>"Hey! All he did was tutor me. There's nothing going on between us."
>Adagio piped up again.
>"But you wish there was."
>Sonata paused. Anon was so nice, and funny. Pretty cute too.
>"Yeah...I do. For realzies."
>Adagio nodded, and refocused on the road. The car grew silent, and the orange haired girl turned up the radio, making sure that Aria wouldn't take another cheap shot. Grumpy grape just turned around, arms crossed.
>Sonata just slumped into her seat, looking out the window. She could see the school.
>And she couldn't wait to see Anon.
It may be a bit harsh, but I've always known worse abuse happens behind closed doors. Their little spats in public may be small, but it probably gets worse when they're at home.
Okay, something I collected from a writefag named Fui
Something I'm working on
>It's lunch time now. You and Sonata don't have the same lunch period, but that's OK. It'd probably just make the harassment even worse, after all you'd put up with today.
>It was nonstop, really. Everyone DID know about what happened yesterday. Even the waitress, who did happen to be a classmate, asked if there was anything.
>You were surprised most though by how interested people were. It wasn't everyday that a nerd gets good with one of the hottest chicks at school.
>You denied any claim, fought against any assertation. The teasing wouldn't slow you down.
>It was very trying though. You almost skipped lunch just to avoid the banter and the compliments of "Niiiiiiice."
>But you were just too hungry, despite the cafeteria's crap food.
>Absentmindedly rubbing the spot she'd kissed you with your knuckles, you chew the cardboard they served you.
>You stomached it quick, and dashed off to the library. Finding a comfortable spot, you relax. You adjust your clothes some, get yourself prepped for the rest of the day.
>You read your book while you waited. You didn't have a friend to sit with, but failed to bother you.
>Sonata's day was going rather well. Probably due to the sister's reputation, no one wanted to bother her.
>But when she was called on in history, rather she volunteered to answer a question, she obliged.
>She got past math and history well enough. She sat with Aria at lunch, as Adagio had to eat alone.
>The two didn't talk, as Sonata cut her off with a textbook. She wasn't really reading the book, just biding time. Aria was still pissy, but when wasn't she?
>You saw a shadow loom over you. You look up, already saying reaffirming that nothing happened between you and blueberry.
>You paused as you saw Adagio, arms crossed, standing before you, a less than excited look on her face.
For you all~
if the internet has taught me anything over the years
its not to trust chest and ass pics until you confirm whats in front
i cant be doing with this
>It's not a question. It's just to get the ball rolling.
"H-How's it go-"
>She waves a hand.
>"Look, I don't care if you and Sonata do anything. Really. If you're just tutoring her, great. Hell, keep going. You manage to get through to her. She lectured me on the French Revolution this morning. I've seen her forget stuff we learned five minutes ago. Whatever you're doing, keep it up."
>You're honored, really. You knew that Aria was a bit snappish, but you expected Adagio to be the true ice queen of the bunch. Cold and calculating. To level with you like this...
"T-thanks, Adagio. We have another session tod-"
>"Stuff it. Like I said, I don't care, just keep doing it. Aria gives her a really rough time. She came home really happy last night. Happier than I've seen in a while."
>She trails off for a moment, but resumes.
>"Thanks, I guess."
>She extends and hand, and you accept. She smiles, a bit forced, but you smile back politely. She begins waltzing off, but turns back.
>"She really likes you, by the way. Figured I'd let you know."
>Silent after that, she leaves the library. Probably tired of the stuffy atmosphere.
>You just sit a while before getting a head start to class. You figured that Sonata liked you, but you chalked it up to her just being nice.
>But after the kiss, Adagio telling you that she liked you, all the rumors...It made sense.
>Honestly, you really minded the rumors less now. You almost wanted to embrace them.
>Shaking your head, you find your seat in science class. Sonata shows up sooner than other students, and abandons her old seat for one at your table.
>You smile at each other, and she pulls out a notebook and pencil.
>"How was lunch?"
>It's just small talk, but you don't mind.
"Pretty good." You lie. "You?"
>"Oh, fine." After a moment, she asks: "So, you know what we're going over today?"
"Yeah. Reviewing physics. Stuff we went over yesterday."
>"Oh. Great. Jeez, I think I know how you feel in this class."
Forgot to post this one too
Nice satandubs And if anyone managed to cap that, I'd appreciate it.
Ran out of space. Also, Anon's pretty smart in this green, and should be taking honors, if not AP. So while he has already read the chapter ahead of time and knows the material, and is bored in class, because he went over it on his own. For Sonata now, it's a review of stuff she already knows.
You can't defeat the Bateman's blessings, even with your off by one!
Naw man, go for it. The more the merrier, ya know?
Between the checking and Butch's tits, you really can't suck the fun out. We got a really good group for this. It's actually the biggest thread I've kept alive.
>You chuckle a little.
"Yeah. I really should get into harder classes."
>"And abandon me?"
>She asks, fake horror in her eyes. It's very cute though.
>"But then who could tutor me? I can't go back to just listening."
"Yeah, but it looks better for college. I could skip classes that way."
>She looks down a little, realizing that you had plans after high school.
>You look down at her, and nudge her. Her hopeful eyes meet yours. God you love that look. Like you're the world to her.
"That won't come till next semester. I won't just up and leave you."
>She smiles gently. You're not sure what's more endearing. Her full face smiles, brighter than a flashlight, or that gentle, sincere little grin.
>Before you could say more, the late bell rang, and the teacher got ready for her lecture.
>End of school. Once again, you found your way to the library. Sonata was sitting at the same table, awaiting you patiently.
>She's ecstatic to see you, smiling wide. You sit down across from her, greeting her.
"Alright, so, what first? Math or English?"
>"Math. I'm really not too good with numbers."
>She admits, and you lean over to her papers. Helpfully, she turns them around, and you nod a thanks.
"Trig? Oh, this isn't that hard."
"No, I'm serious! You know Pythagoras, right?"
>Her blank stare gives you the answer.
>Sonata recognizes that at least.
"Like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. A^2 plus B^2 equals C^2."
>After your lesson, she's already tired. Apparently, it was harder for her than you thought it'd be.
>You look at her cradling her head. She understands it, you made sure, but she reached her learning limit for the day.
"How about we stop for the day. I think you've had enough."
>She smiles weakly, giving you a thankful look.
>You nod in response, and then she looks frightened.
>"W-We can still hang out for a while, right? Adagio doesn't expect me back for a while..."
Don't forget about Sin, Cosine, Tangent.
and how sin/cos = tang, or slope or Mx + b
you could also have the whole removable discontinuity thing if you are doing algebra 2, but since trig is geometry you might want to ad some more obscure formulas like ( A(X+H)^2 + B(X+H) + C -(Ax^2+BX+C)) / H
that last one was made by newton, and it is not even trig
>The World Ends with you
>The first period is about to start and someone calls your name behind you
>You turn around and it appears to be Sonata
>Been a while since a girl actually wanted to start a conversation with you, but she definetely could've chosen a better time for this
>Wait which class do you have on the 1st period? History? Aw man that's stuff easy, you'll ace it no matter what
>"C-Can I ask you to help me with a school subject? I'm failing it and I really really want to pass it this semester!"
"Uh, sure thing! What do you need help for?"
>Sonata looks around with her hands around her back, smiling shyly at you
>"Well it's for that French exam next week and I want to make sure I get it right this time!"
>Oh, well French isn't that hard to learn, right? Surely she'll understand in a matter of minutes!
"Eh, why not. when do you want to me to help you?"
>You say as you smile at her back, closing your locker before making your way onto your class
>"Are you available today?"
>But before you could reply, the bell rings
>After the little jingle it produced, you tell her to meet each other at his locker after the last period
>She nods and she ran away to class
>This is going to be interesting, but at least it'll give you something else to do other than study all the time.
is it alright with you guys or is it shit?
>MFW 2 writefriends
>MFW probably means a second thread.
It's Ok. You're dialog could use some work. Less tends to be more. Try reading your dialogue out loud. If it doesn't sound right revise it.
It's also better to start greentexts as if you wrote the prompt. See the next two pics related.
Try to make Sonata a little more bubbly. She has sorta mood swings, or at least can go from very happy to sad in a second.
Other than that, it does have potential. Now, I must return to my own green. Good luck, Elpam.
second pic related. It may seem a bit odd to do so, but it looks good to read.
And look how far I've come.
"Hey, of course. C'mon, let's go before the librarians ki-"
>You stop as Sonata looks behind you. You turn as well, and see that the librarian in question was just about to do that.
"Heh heh, yeah, we-"
>"Oh, I know. Have a nice day."
>Sonata gives a little wave as she sends off the librarian. Resuming the packing, you chuckle. Right on time you suppose.
>In the parking lot, absolutely empty, aside from a few cars, you wonder what to do for the next few hours. You could see a movie, grab some lunch, go to the park.
>Loads of possibilities. You ask Sonata for her opinion.
>"Wherever's fine. As long as I'm with you."
>She blushes as she realizes what slipped out of her mouth. You laugh a little, diffusing the tension.
"Alright, alright." You think for a moment.
>Where would she like to go? Movie isn't too good, plus you're low on money. Park would probably be boring.
"What about a pet store?"
"Yeah, yeah! They'll let anyone play with the animals! Sound fun?"
>She smiles, nodding. You pull out your keys and unlock your car. You let her keep her back. Excited now, you're moving quick.
>Getting in, you turn on the car and start rolling. You honestly forget your seatbelt until the first red light.
>Both of you are excited for this. You always loved playing with the animals there, and Sonata was just excited to do something.
"Trust me, you're gonna love this. They've got hamsters, dogs, cats, lizards, birds, a whole lot. They love it when people come in to play with the animals."
>You speed up a little, hoping to get there as soon as possible.
Looks like Anon's going to be playing with some pussy after all.
Got it, I'll keep that in mind.
>Upon entering to class, there's always that moment where students just stares at you and they just don't know how awkward it is
>Before your teacher could even scold you, an apology was made by you and your agenda was put on her desk, then you sat down
>She stays silent for a few seconds, then clears her throat to give out her lesson
>As the class proceeded, a student slid a piece of paper onto your desk while the teacher's back was facing all of you and informed you that it was Brandon who sent you this note
>You unfold it and it felt like a puzzle trying to read it with the awful writing he had, but it may have been just due to the fact that he folded this in a ball
>Ah screw it, he always comes up to you after class
>You shrug and discard of it by putting it inside of your pocket, proceeding to take notes from the teacher
>History session is over after an hour and fifteen minutes, it did fly faster than you expected
>Upon making your way to your locker to switch books, someone gives you quite the strong pat on the shoulder
>And who knew, it was from Brandon
>"Yo Anon, why didn't you respond to my message I sent ya earlier? Didn't want to get caught by the teacher, huh?"
>Well, he was half right, the teacher always caught you whenever you replied to a letter
>What did she have, a third eye for you only?
>You keep your answers short, because you know he'll keep going on and on if you answer with more than one word.
>"But like, why did you arrive late today? You always seem on time everyday for class."
>Ooooh boy here we go
"Okay, look. A girl just simply asked me to help her out with a subject after school. Nothing else."
>"Huh. You're sure? Nothing else happend, huh? Not trying to be a lovebird in secret with a girl?"
>And to think this is only the beginning of the day...
(Sorry if I take long, I just want to put out some good content for you guys. Hope it's alright.)
>You rush inside, almost pulling Sonata off her feet. Waving to the cashier, you hurry back to the live pet section. They always have an employee there to make sure people don't abuse or steal the animals.
>The old man smiles at you and Sonata.
>"Hey there, young'uns. Pet some of the critters?"
"Yes, please. Dogs first?"
>Blueberry nods happily, and the old man nods you off. The cats have a big closet to play in. Lets them all live together without cages, and keeps them separate. Sonata goes in first, and carefully steps around some of the sleeping cats. You follow, and make sure none of the kittens make a break for it.
>You find a chair, and one of the cats instantly hops onto your lap. A short nosed gray rubs against your stomach. She's very friendly, and purrs as soon as your hand touches her.
>Sonata is on her knees, rubbing two cats at once. She's smiling, giggling at a cat rubbing against her thigh.
>For a second, you wish to be that cat. You remember how Adagio confessed Sonata's affection for you, but brush it off. Right now, she's enjoying herself.
>Another cat rubs against your leg, and you reach down to pet it. Most of the other cats simply lay back and ignore you two, but the ones that do want attention are all vying for it.
>After half an hour, most of the cats have gotten bored of you. The blue cutie brushes some fur off of her skirt, and stands, rubbing her knees.
>You put another cat that had hopped on your lap down, and stand, opening the heavy door.
>The old man is smiling, having watched the whole ordeal.
>"I can't go in there. They'd never let me go. Muffy in there always wants me to pet her though. The uh, the gray one with the short face. The one that was on your lap first."
"Oh, OK. I'm surprised they got bored of us then."
>He laughs a little, patting his legs.
>"Yeah. They haven't gotten outside attention for a while. Not exactly pet season. Just too much to handle."
Oh, no worries. It takes a long time to be able to type fast. You kinda learn how over time, as 4chan tends to be very fickle with attention. You're competing with every other writefag for readers. The fastest and best man wins.
It's really a form of quality control. 4chan is a good place to get quick feedback, but it's not a place for beginners. We're not FimFiction, where most reviews are positive, we're not afraid to tell someone they're shit.
Fanfiction.net has a different problem. Their stories are based on date. So if yours doesn't get posted on a popular day, or isn't very specific in it's subject it'll get drowned out in the constant flow of other stories.
Here, you may get called a faggot, but you definitely come out a stronger writer. Faster, better due to the speedy feedback, and exposed to better ideas. I love all the writefag bait.
First trips of the thread. Nice.
Oh definitely. I'm new to writefagging here (and a newfag in general) and have pretty much never written fanfiction beforehand but I'd write in my free time. My weakness is probably speed though (likely it's because I'm writing for two different threads but three blocks a day per each at a minimum seems like to little) since I'm use to writing in paragraphs rather than in green text. I do personal projects in my free time though. I appreciate the advice. I guess at this point I'll stop name fagging and go back to my respective threads. Love your story by the way! Really glad you went back and expanded it.
Oh yeah, get a pastebin. And a tripcode for sure. I got screwed over all to well recently.
well there's not really a competition here, you win, clearly.
>The rest of the day was simply a blurr though, fortunately enough
>Lunch was shit because you only had enough me for a sack of chips, you'll definetely eat something big when you get back home
>Every session you had, you briefly kept thinking on what you'll do with Sonata or about how difficult it will be to teach her
>And also how you'll handle your hunger.
>But you always winded back to the idea of "seeing what will happen"
>And so...the time arrived, 4 PM
>Heading back to your locker for the last time of the day, Sonata was already waiting for you there
>How the hell did she even get here so fast!? Meh whatever
>She sees you from a distance and waves at you with a large grin on her face, looking she's excited to study with you
>You wave back with a small smile on your face
>"So..where are we going to study, Anon? We could go to the library?" As she says with a curious look
>Huh, that doesn't sound like a bad idea! there's barely anyone who goes to the library
"Yeah sure. Could you just give me a minute to check everything I need?"
>She nods, then proceeded to look around while humming a tune, but still staying close to you
>It didn't take you long to actually check everything, there was no homework handed today, so there's no need to bring your backpack along
>You grab your coat and lock your door for the final time, looking at Sonata one more
"Alright, we can go now."
>"Wait! Didn't you forget your schoolbag? Don't you have anything to bring?" She hanged on to her curious demeanor
"Nah, I don't have homework for today. You ready?"
>Sonata smile brightly as she's ready to follow you
(And...I think that's it for tonight. If I didn't improve on the dialogue, I'll definetely try to fix that tomorrow. Good night everyone!)
(Keep going Based Writefag, been a while since I wanted to read a story more than yours.)
Does anybody else in this thread really, really
REALLYlike teaching? Like, helping somebody work through a problem, making sure they understand, learning how different people learn things, becoming more understanding as a person
Wow, just realized I typed "Dogs first" and then I go for cats. I guess I'm getting sloppy.
>"Thank you for letting us play with them!"
>The old man smiles at Sonata.
>"Well, don't you mention it missy. You're helping them out, really. Helps them get used to humans. They'll need it if they want to be adopted."
>Sonata smiles wide at that.
>"You hear that, Anon! We helped them! Can we come again sometime?"
>She's sharing your excitement. Now she saw why you wanted to come here.
"Of course we can!"
>"Well, howzabout y'all head to the dogs. They could use some loving."
>Sonata drags you along now, but you're as excited as she is. You follow along fine, and find the next room for the dogs. There' s two doors, just to be safe. The dogs, a small number, are already excited to meet you.
>You open the door, let her in first. Closing the door, you open the next one, pushing a few dogs back. Once inside, they jump up on you, begging for attention.
>You laugh as you try to pet as many floppy heads as possible. Hearing Sonata giggle, you turn. She's getting slobbered on by a dog, and petting another.
>Giving focus to the dogs on you, you get down to their level. They instantly begin tongue bathing you.
>Laughing and sputtering, you love every second.
>Eventually, you and Sonata decide to leave. You say your goodbyes, and exit the two rooms. Sonata's hair is a mess, and you're quite sure that yours is too.
>But its ruined together.
Thanks man. I just cap most of my work. I'm hoping someone else will take the liberty, as I can only do one cap at a time.
Oh, figuring out the greentext format was difficult. It feels wrong to put pauses in dialogue like
>"That's pretty cool." John said in wonder, looking at the ceiling. "How long did it take?"
But I'm testing the waters.
Thanks again man. I have enough energy for a while. Just have to respond to some questions.
It's OK. It helps me learn the subject, and I like to help people.
Back to writing. I got those dubs before. Shit, I have so much capping to do. Some glorious BASED anon would mind taking some? Just from >>22138046 onwards? I'd really appreciate it..
The fuck is this?
Now I have to believe you go the 44444 get.
Some guy, pls. Help a poor writefag out. Just let me know if you're capping, because I don't want to let this die and lose them all.
>Back in the car, Sonata had been talking about the animals ever since you left the store. You're not sure when you lost focus, but everything seemed to run together after a while.
>"So can we really go back there sometime, Anon?"
"Hmm?" You ask, not being snapped back to reality. "Oh, sure, yeah."
>"For realzies? When?"
>She was holding both hands together, pleading like one of the dogs. Her eyes were so happy and joyful.
"Oh, I dunno. But since you liked it so much, we can definitely go again sometime."
>She cheered, and pumped her fists. Leaning back in the seat, she was still grinning, ear to ear.
>The radio played, and you checked the time. 6pm. You heard Sonata yawn, and figured it was about time to take her home for the day.
>You pull into another street. She notices, turns to you, with semi-drowsy eyes.
>"Where are we going?"
"Figured I'd drop you off at home. You look exhausted."
>Alarmed, she picked herself up.
>"No, no! I'm fine, honest!"
>You twist your head, keeping your eyes on the road.
"Sonata, you had all day in school, then learned trig in an hour and a half, then played with cats and dogs for a while. You're exhausted."
>"But Anon..." She whined, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I...I just...I-"
"Wanted to spend more time with me?"
>Hesitantly, she nods. You do too, and begin to think. Maybe some dinner? There's no good places around here.
>The best option really is to take her home. But how to convince her?
>After a moment, an idea hits you.
"How about I take you out Saturday?"
>A brief glimmer passes through her eyes.
>"Take me out...like...like a date?"
>She tries to hide her happiness, and you realize that it wasn't just Adagio trying to trick you.
>Sonata does like you, and as you're looking at her, you realize something else.
>You like her too.
OH FUCK OH FUCK!
I-I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO
EMERGENCY WE HAVE AN ACTUALLY GOOD WRITEFAG WE NEED HELP!!!
EMERGENCY WE HAVE AN ACTUALLY GOOD WRITEFAG WE NEED HELP!!!
EMERGENCY WE HAVE AN ACTUALLY GOOD WRITEFAG WE NEED HELP!!!
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How to cap? I believe you can search it in your program menu. If no one can help me out, I can just do the cap myself then go to bed. If I can get someone to cap and post for me to store, I can write another part.
Oh, Ok. Anyway, story cap count is now 25. Jesus fuck. I'll figure out a way to condense them. Like those big stories. Or I might just make a pastebin. Someone here know how to archive threads?
Funny how i've grown a relationship with the person for whom i write my CYOA
We're soul bros
Not just trips but the best and most unjustifiable of trips.
dump of bustice
don't you fucking die thread, I demand satisfaction
/tv/ has changed me. I can't properly read any green like this
First post of the day, and its dubs. It's gonna be a good day.
I just can't anon. Blessed Bateman must want me to continue.
>Looking at Sonata for a few seconds, you think for a moment. It is kinda like a date. You nod to her, half heartedly.
>She gets a pained smile, and slinks back down to her seat.
"Actually, no, wait."
>Her attention turns to you. You see her turn slightly, trying to hide her frown.
"Not 'like a date.'"
>Her face turns down, hiding her sad eyes from you.
"Just...an actual date."
>It stops her for a moment. She doesn't look up as she processes. You just asked her out.
>It takes a minute for her gaze to meet yours.
>Her voice gains pitch as she ends. Her smile begins, and you respond with a warm smile of your own.
>Sonata, speechless, just leans back in her seat, a happy look plastered on her. You decide to let her enjoy the moment, and drive on.
>At the end of the ride, Sonata turns to you. You feel a warmth on your hand, and find hers gently clutching yours. You turn yours over, and squeeze hers.
>She smiles, and pulls herself up to you. Swinging her other arm around your shoulder, she buries her face into your chest.
>A little feeling in your chest sparks, making you feel warm. You wrap an arm around her.
>She pulls away, but still keeps her grip on your hand. As if you'd let go.
>"Thank you, Anon. I lo-...I'll see tomorrow."
"You too Sonata. Have a nice night."
>She grins, teeth not showing. She gives your hand one last tight squeeze, and leaves the car.
>Before she reaches her door, she turns and give a happy little wave to you. Waving back, you begin to pull out into the street.
>You smile the entire ride home.
>Saturday rolls around, and you're driving to her place. You don't overdress, just some kaki's and a blue button up. No tie, you're not going anywhere special.
>Finding her place soon, you're not parker for more than a few seconds before the door opens. Sonata runs out, smiling wide. You see Adagio behind her, waving and saying something you can't hear.
>Sonata obviously took some advice from Adagio, and didn't dress too fancily. A longer than normal skirt, a cute dark pink blouse. It matched her eyes nicely.
>She gets into your car, and breathlessly greets you.
>"Hey Anon! So, what's the plan?"
>You tilt your head side to side.
"Figure we get dinner , then see a movie."
>Nodding quickly, she agrees. You both wave to Adagio, who's going back inside.
>Pulling out into the street, making your way to the restaurant, you make some small talk.
"Doing better in classes?"
>"Mmh-hm! I made eighty-two on a quiz in history Thursday!"
>Silence after you use up talking about classes. You turn up the radio, having it on the classic station.
>"-y pillow that's right. Completely unaware. Nothing can compare to where you set me."
>You begin humming along. You know the song, it's another Uncle Cracker song. You know the chorus, but who doesn't know the chorus to a song?
>You bob your head, and Sonata tries to pick up the beat. You make a little noise as it starts.
"....start to fade. You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record! Crazy on a Saturday night!"
>Sonata giggles as you adjust the lyrics.
>You teach her some of the chorus as the next verse plays. You hear the crescendo, and put up a finger. She leans forward, ready to go.
"...and just like that..."
>You flick your finger, and she starts.
>"You make me smile like the sun."
"Fall out of bed."
>"Sing like a bird."
"Dizzy in my head."
>"Spin like a record..."
"Crazy on a satruday night!"
>Came for smut
Yeah, most people do, that's the point
I'm just gonna go ahead and change my trip to Uncle Kracker.
>You end the chorus together, and burst out laughing. You regain control first, and look at your blue cutie. She's still giggling, covering her mouth, eyes closed in joy.
>God damn it, but can she make you smile.
>It isn't long after that before you reach the restaurant. A nice steakhouse, nothing too special.
>It's still before the dinner rush, so it's not too full. Seated quickly, you order your drinks.
>Once the waitress is gone, you find Sonata resting her head in her hands, looking at you warmly.
>You ask, and she simply shrugs.
>You smile back, and rest your arms on the table. You open your menu, and look at the cuts of meat.
>You quickly pick one, not too expensive. You hope Sonata does the same. You find her fingering some items, comparing.
>Her eyes pop open, but then her brows scrunch. Looking at you guiltily, she tilts her head.
>"Umm, Anon? Do I have to keep the check cheap?"
>You wave a hand.
"Ah, don't worry. How much is what you want?"
>She twists the menu around and points it out. Just twelve dollars. You snort, and nod her on.
>"Thanks, Anon. What are you gonna get?"
"Probably the flank steak. It's one of the better cuts."
>She nods in response, looks back to the menu. The waitress is back on you, and she's ready.
"Hey, can I get the flank steak with the Caesar salad?"
>"Course you can. And for the lady?"
>Sonata seems surprised, but smiles.
"Oh, just the Sirloin, please. And the house salad."
>The waitress assures us that it'll be right out, and takes the menus.
>After eating your food, and paying your bill, Sonata holds your arm as you walk back to your car. The dinner rush is starting, so you keep her close. Cars pull out and in to the lot, and you stick close to the cars.
>Clearly liking how close you have her, she throws your arm over her, and wraps her own around your back.
You pretty much reminded me to put in a sing along.
We're all faggots here m8. I think the biggest faggot though, OP, abandoned this thread a long time ago. I have no clue.