Great God Madeline ---- ---- --------!!!
I need to stop falling in love with my damn self!!! GAH!!!
I just wrote this little piece of a spoken exchange. It serves no purpose (although it nestles comfortably in a Twilight fanfiction storyline for use later on) and I am sad to say might not make much sense to, well, anyone. And, if it does, it might very well be a spoiler. But feh! I'm proud of it. Don't ask me why. As I said earlier, I'm in love with myself.
"Um...you look...very nice."
"Only very nice?"
"Well...um...yes?"
"Silly Jacob Black, that’s hardly an encouraging response."
"What am I supposed to say?"
"The truth, why of course!"
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me what you really think of what I’m wearing, duh."
"Um..."
"Here’s a hint: usually on the first date a girl is going for...?"
"Um..."
"You’re clueless, Jake. Usually a girl goes for sexy on a first date, of course."
"But this isn’t our first date."
"Well of course it is."
"No it isn’t."
"Then what, pray tell, was?"
"..."
"Well?"
"Um..."
"Your word of the day."
"..."
"Don’t be shy. Tell me!"
"How do you define a first date?"
"The first time two people who really like each other plan to get together as more than friends."
"By that reasoning, our first date was the day before your stint in the hospital."
"...When you came back from exiling yourself."
"Yes."
"...So our first kiss is already covered."
"Yes."
"Then this will come as little surprise to you..."
"..."
"..."
"...Wow."
"That’s what I was aiming for."
...I blame my muse, aka "Anti-Maddy's Block"/"Anti-Writer's Block" (two completely different things).
Now I wanna go write more little pieces like this...AH HA! DRABBLES! MWAHAHA!
...Ahem *shifty eyes* I was going for cute...and understandable...without anything more than dialogue?...Meep?
I just wrote this little piece of a spoken exchange. It serves no purpose (although it nestles comfortably in a Twilight fanfiction storyline for use later on) and I am sad to say might not make much sense to, well, anyone. And, if it does, it might very well be a spoiler. But feh! I'm proud of it. Don't ask me why. As I said earlier, I'm in love with myself.
"Um...you look...very nice."
"Only very nice?"
"Well...um...yes?"
"Silly Jacob Black, that’s hardly an encouraging response."
"What am I supposed to say?"
"The truth, why of course!"
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me what you really think of what I’m wearing, duh."
"Um..."
"Here’s a hint: usually on the first date a girl is going for...?"
"Um..."
"You’re clueless, Jake. Usually a girl goes for sexy on a first date, of course."
"But this isn’t our first date."
"Well of course it is."
"No it isn’t."
"Then what, pray tell, was?"
"..."
"Well?"
"Um..."
"Your word of the day."
"..."
"Don’t be shy. Tell me!"
"How do you define a first date?"
"The first time two people who really like each other plan to get together as more than friends."
"By that reasoning, our first date was the day before your stint in the hospital."
"...When you came back from exiling yourself."
"Yes."
"...So our first kiss is already covered."
"Yes."
"Then this will come as little surprise to you..."
"..."
"..."
"...Wow."
"That’s what I was aiming for."
...I blame my muse, aka "Anti-Maddy's Block"/"Anti-Writer's Block" (two completely different things).
Now I wanna go write more little pieces like this...AH HA! DRABBLES! MWAHAHA!
...Ahem *shifty eyes* I was going for cute...and understandable...without anything more than dialogue?...Meep?