APP MY GEEK
Computer Jack is awesome. You should app him. ;D
BELOW ARE TWO SAMPLES OF ADORABLE BRIANNA/COMPUTER JACK LAMENESS. The first one is directly after Brianna (kind of) outruns a bullet, and the second is a few days later. MAN, TWELVE YEAR OLDS TRYING TO FLIRT IS JUST. YEAH.
Jack was three hundred yards away. The whole race had lasted just over a second, though it had felt longer in Brianna’s subjective experience.
“Did you do it?” Jack shouted.
She trotted back to him at a pace she now thought of as pokey-probably no more than eighty or ninety miles per hour-and laughed. “Totally,” she said.
“I couldn’t even see you. You were here. And then you were there.”
“That’s why they call me the Breeze,” Brianna said, giving him a jaunty wink. But then her stomach reminded her that she had just burned up the day’s calories. It rumbled so loudly, she was sure Jack must hear it.
“You know, of course, that a breeze is actually a slow, meandering sort of wind,” Jack said pendantically.
“And you know, of course, that I can slap you eight times before you can blink, right?”
Jack blinked.
Brianna smiled.
--
There was a knock at the door. At least, maybe it was a knock. It sounded more like a woodpecker.
“Who is it?”
“The Breeze.”
“What?”
“Brianna.”
Jack opened the door and there she was. She was wearing a dress. It was blue and short and had thin straps. He blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. “How can you run in that?”
“What?”
“Um-”
“I can run-”
“I didn’t-”
“No biggie-”
“I need a router,” he said. That put an end to the confusing cross-talk.
“A what? A router?”
“Yes,” Jack said. “I can’t, uh, you know, make it all work without a serious router.”
Brianna considered that for a moment. Then, “Do I look stupid in this dress?”
“No. You don’t look stupid.”
“Thanks,” she said with heavy sarcasm. “I’m so glad to know I don’t look stupid.”
“Okay,” he said, and felt stupid himself.
“Well, I was just going to the club. I have some batteries. That’s all.”
“Oh. Good.”
“And?”
Jack shrugged, mystified. “And… so… have fun?”
Brianna stared at him for a very long five seconds without looking away. And then she was a blur. Gone.
He closed the door and went back to working on the computer he was using to run an analysis of the antique server. About five minutes later he began to wonder if he had missed something in his brief conversation with Brianna.
Why had she come by?
An idea hit him with such force, it felt as if it had stopped his heart for a second: Had Brianna been asking him to go with her to the club? Where people danced?
No. That was crazy. She wouldn’t have come to ask him to go to a dance. Would she?
No.
Maybe.
The computer screen called to him. It had always been better than candy to Jack. Better than anything. He longed desperately to be able to get back online, back to Google, back to Gizmodo. Back to… more sites than he could list.
Jack did have a free pass to Albert’s club. He had spent part of a day helping Albert set up the sound system-easy work-and had earned a sort of free VIP pass. So if Brianna was there, and she actually did want him to be there, too, well, he could go.
He made the decision very suddenly and acted on it very suddenly, in a hurry lest he change his mind. He leaped for the door and crushed the door handle in overeager fingers. Now it wouldn’t turn, but it was easy enough to rip the door open. There was some damage, but nothing major.
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I left in the last few paragraphs of that even though Brianna is not in them, because Jack crushing a door handle in order to dance with her is so special and dorky. |D;;
BELOW ARE TWO SAMPLES OF ADORABLE BRIANNA/COMPUTER JACK LAMENESS. The first one is directly after Brianna (kind of) outruns a bullet, and the second is a few days later. MAN, TWELVE YEAR OLDS TRYING TO FLIRT IS JUST. YEAH.
Jack was three hundred yards away. The whole race had lasted just over a second, though it had felt longer in Brianna’s subjective experience.
“Did you do it?” Jack shouted.
She trotted back to him at a pace she now thought of as pokey-probably no more than eighty or ninety miles per hour-and laughed. “Totally,” she said.
“I couldn’t even see you. You were here. And then you were there.”
“That’s why they call me the Breeze,” Brianna said, giving him a jaunty wink. But then her stomach reminded her that she had just burned up the day’s calories. It rumbled so loudly, she was sure Jack must hear it.
“You know, of course, that a breeze is actually a slow, meandering sort of wind,” Jack said pendantically.
“And you know, of course, that I can slap you eight times before you can blink, right?”
Jack blinked.
Brianna smiled.
--
There was a knock at the door. At least, maybe it was a knock. It sounded more like a woodpecker.
“Who is it?”
“The Breeze.”
“What?”
“Brianna.”
Jack opened the door and there she was. She was wearing a dress. It was blue and short and had thin straps. He blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. “How can you run in that?”
“What?”
“Um-”
“I can run-”
“I didn’t-”
“No biggie-”
“I need a router,” he said. That put an end to the confusing cross-talk.
“A what? A router?”
“Yes,” Jack said. “I can’t, uh, you know, make it all work without a serious router.”
Brianna considered that for a moment. Then, “Do I look stupid in this dress?”
“No. You don’t look stupid.”
“Thanks,” she said with heavy sarcasm. “I’m so glad to know I don’t look stupid.”
“Okay,” he said, and felt stupid himself.
“Well, I was just going to the club. I have some batteries. That’s all.”
“Oh. Good.”
“And?”
Jack shrugged, mystified. “And… so… have fun?”
Brianna stared at him for a very long five seconds without looking away. And then she was a blur. Gone.
He closed the door and went back to working on the computer he was using to run an analysis of the antique server. About five minutes later he began to wonder if he had missed something in his brief conversation with Brianna.
Why had she come by?
An idea hit him with such force, it felt as if it had stopped his heart for a second: Had Brianna been asking him to go with her to the club? Where people danced?
No. That was crazy. She wouldn’t have come to ask him to go to a dance. Would she?
No.
Maybe.
The computer screen called to him. It had always been better than candy to Jack. Better than anything. He longed desperately to be able to get back online, back to Google, back to Gizmodo. Back to… more sites than he could list.
Jack did have a free pass to Albert’s club. He had spent part of a day helping Albert set up the sound system-easy work-and had earned a sort of free VIP pass. So if Brianna was there, and she actually did want him to be there, too, well, he could go.
He made the decision very suddenly and acted on it very suddenly, in a hurry lest he change his mind. He leaped for the door and crushed the door handle in overeager fingers. Now it wouldn’t turn, but it was easy enough to rip the door open. There was some damage, but nothing major.
--
I left in the last few paragraphs of that even though Brianna is not in them, because Jack crushing a door handle in order to dance with her is so special and dorky. |D;;