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"__________~"
"Whaaaaaaaaat..."
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?~"
"Noo..."
"NOOO?~ IT'S TIME TOOOOOOO...."
"For you to go back to bed.."
"TO EITHER LEAVE OR PUT ON YOUR HEADPHONES, 'CAUSE BRAD IS ON HIS WAY!!"
"It's nine in the morning.."
"Get dressed!!!!"
"Mm.."
"You have to hang out with that kid today. Go do that. Right now."
"I'm in dude's basketball shorts and, like... Stuff, I'm not ready to social.. He's probably not even up yet.."
"WELL EITHER GET DRESSED AND GET OUT, OR SOUNDPROOF YOUR FACE, CAUSE BRAD IS GONNA BE HERE IN HALF AN HOUR, AND WE GONNA GET SEER-REE-YUS UP IN HEA!"
"Oh dear god..."
"Is what he'll be sayin'."
"Get out."
---

Is this woman serious!? She dragged you around the mall for, like, six hours yesterday, and then you found that thing under the couch and had to reevaluate your everything! After that, she makes you do more of her stupid 'exercises' on how to help you interact with the Strider kid, that you're technically being forced into hanging out with today! You know that all of that junk will be useless!! She didn't let you go to sleep until, like, four in the morning, and now she wants you out of the house before stupid Brad comes over, or she'll do the nasty in front of S.M, and take away your headphones so that you'd have to undergo the torture as well!!!

LIKE WHAT THE HEELLLLLLLL!!!???????

"Meow" Senior Mittens purred as he leapt up onto the bathroom sink while you brushed your teeth.
"Whaddaya Want, Senior?.." You mumbled.
S.M purred up against your arm as you finished brushing your teeth. You reached over to put your toothbrush back in it's proper place, and pet the black cat's head as he purred. You proceeded to grab a washcloth and turned the sink on. Senior Mittens kept dragging himself against your arm as you washed your face, and almost slipped and fell into the sink.

"TWENTY MINUTES~" Sis chimed as she counted down to Brad's arrival. GOD, HOW YOU HATE BRAD..Just as that happened, your phone gave an obnoxious BEEP. The notification sound you had assigned to the Strider.

You dragged the washcloth down your face at an agonizingly slow rate. You were not in the mood to have this forced encounter with the Strider boy. S.M's meowing brought you out of your thoughts of escape, and you looked down at him.

"What?.."

He purred up against you one last time, and hopped off the sink, and onto the tiled floor. He trotted out of the bathroom, most likely to the kitchen. You looked into the mirror and stared at your half covered face, now red due to you dragging the washcloth across it. You looked positively exhausted.

You finished washing your face and threw the washcloth over your shoulder as you exited. It landed in the laundry basket as you turned out the bathroom light. You lazily wandered after S.M while you pulled out your phone to see what the Strider kid wanted.

He was checking to see what time and stuff you wanted to hang. Difficult to say since you didn't want to hang out in the first place! You told the kid 'whenever', and shoved your phone back into the super big pockets of your basketball shorts. It's not fair that guys get all the comfortable and roomy clothes.

As you passed through the living room, Sis was hanging half off the couch, Ew, texting Brad, double Ew. How did you know it was Sir Bradley? Well, when your sister is upside down on the couch, squealing like a four year old, and rubbing her phone all over her everything, Ya kinda just get this feeling..

As you entered the kitchen, you recieved another text from the blonde boy, and S.M came into view. He was on top of the fridge, purring against your chocolatey treasure-orbs of greatness.

"Hey! Don't you dare knock those down!" You pointed, clutching your phone in your other hand. But Senior Mittens was always one to question the man, so the box came tumbling down.

"I haaattee yoouuu..." You hissed as Senior Mittens sat upon the top of the fridge with his tail flicking every few seconds. The cat then jumped down and onto the counter. Your glare followed him until he left and entered the living room. You sighed as you turned and knelt down to pick up the cereal box. As you did this, you gave a quick glance at the message the Strider had sent. You reached up and put the cocoa-puffs back on top of the fridge as you read the message, but because you weren't paying attention, the box came falling back down, bonking your head. You hadn't pushed it back far enough.. That's when Sis walked in.

"Brad-Baby is gonna be here in sixteen minutes!~" She swooned.
You made sure you put the cereal box back correctly this time, as Sis talked about how you need to hurry and leave. You opened the fridge just to get bonk'd again.

"Need help there, Shorty?" Sis asked as she picked up the cereal box and put it back with ease.

-AStrifeEnsuesBecauseYourStatureWasQuestioned-

After Sis had called you short, and had shoved you into your room to finish your evolution into a functioning member of society, she had gotten a call from the ever-so-fucking-lovely Brad, saying he'd be at your building shortly. You were given three minutes to gather the few things you would require to be able to live while out and about.

"AND DON'T COME BACK FOR AT LEAST EIGHT HOURS!!!~" Sis yelled as she shoved you out of your apartment door.
"Eight hours!?" You questioned as you stopped yourself from tripping, and turned to face the door as it slammed in front of you.

!!2X FACEPALM C-C-C-COMBO!!

Sis also, in her hurried state, had shoved a handful of square friends down your hoodie. Remembering them, you frantically played with the bottom of said article of clothing to make them all fall out. You scooped them up messily, and shoved them under your apartment door. Sis would get much better use out of them. Yuck.

Regaining your composer, you checked yourself to be sure you had everything you needed to survive the apparent eight hours you would need to stay away for.

Phone
Ipod
Headphones

All one big Check.

As you went to insert an earbud, you heard the familiar voice of your arch nemesis coming from down the hall.
No!! Not Alison and her stupid science squad, you geeks! Brad!

"What? Yeah!.. I'll be there in five seconds!.. Oh.. I know!.. Oh this is gonna be so intense..."
'Ew..' You thought as his voice grew louder. He had taken the stairway, the kid was so excited to see your sister. But you were nowhere near as excited to see him, so you rushed down the hall in the opposite direction, skidding around the corner of the hall. You watched as Brad made it to your apartment door as he ended his call to Sis. He tumbled inside, and the door closed shortly after.

'Love is sick..' You thought. And not the cool kinda sick either! The icky kind of sick that made you want to punch a puppy in the mom, it was so gross.

With a disgusted sigh, you went back to inserting an earbud, and hit the 'Play' button on your Ipod as you swiftly turned around. Well.. It started out swift. Mid-turn, you dropped the earbud once again. You bumped into someone who had decided to stand directly frickin' behind you...

===>____: Awkward Powers, Activate!!!!!!

"S-Strider!" You managed out as you quickly removed your hands from his chest.
'IT'S EASY TO ACT COOL IN FRONT OF PEOPLE AT SCHOOL, IT'S FN' SCHOOL, YOU'RE NOT THERE TO MAKE FRIENDS, BUT, OUTSIDE OF IT.. SOCIAL INTERACTION, AN-AND WITH PEOPLE FROM THERE, IT'S-THIS.
THIS IS FUCKING NO MANS LAND.
WHAT.'

"Sup."
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were-..Why in hell are you here?" You quickly asked as a recovery, and tried to pull your usual bored expression back on, but all you could muster up was a frightened glare at the teen. Not only was your heart beating, like, ten gazillion times in a millisecond from his sudden appearance, but you had also just lost your cool.
_____ _ ____ NEVER LOSES
HER FUCKING COOL.

"Happen to be walkin' by."

'LIIEEESSS'

"Well.. Uhm.. Never..Linger behind me.. Ever again.." You managed out, as you also managed to make the point:'Don't scare me,' sound completely weird. Nice one.

"Can do.. So wanna come back to my place and play videogames or somethin'?"
"I-"

You stopped yourself from questioning on where he was going, and hesitated your 'No.' You were going to say no, but what else would you do? You were now locked out of your apartment, and you had to chill with the kid anyway, thanks to Sis, so might as well get it out of the way now.

That and you needed to gain your own cool points back, you're too fucking awkward.

===> ____: Play along with Strider

"I-...Alright.." You agreed, finally putting in the earbud that you've been trying to insert into your ear for the past forever. Sadly, though, you quickly remembered you had hit play already, when the loud music echoed inside your head. You quickly dropped the earbud to dangle next to the other one with a small wince. The Strider didn't seem to pay much attention, seeing that he had on that stupid poker face of his, and you couldn't see his stupid eyes.

"Lead the way.." You sighed, pressing pause on your Ipod as you inserted your hands into your hoodie pockets. The two off you walked to the elevator a few feet away with Dave leading. He pressed the button next to the doors, and within a few drawn out seconds of slightly awkward silence, they opened.

"After you." Spoke the blonde, and he gestured for you to walk in first. You nodded with a small forced smile, and a raised eyebrow. The blond teen followed you in, and pressed the button that would take you two up to his apartment. The elevator doors closed quickly a few seconds later, and the awkward hit you in the face. But not as hard as Brad's was hit. You didn't get to see this, cause, like, you're in an elevator, but as the doors closed, your Sis spartan kicked Brad out of your apartment for a reason, cause she can, and he tumbled across the hall, and into the opposing potted plant you have come to call Jerry.
You would love to kick Brad in his dick for grindin' up 'gainst yo homeboy foliage, but you do not know this has happened. Because, once again, you are currently in the elevator with your stalker, Dave Strider. Now back to how the awkward was hittin' ya...

You were standing in a confined area, with no escape, accompanied by your Stalker-Ninja-Cool kid acquaintance, Dave Strider. You tried not to say anything stupid, let alone anything at all. It was a habit of yours you hated. And it seemed to only happen around guys. Not that you were trying to impress them, or the blond! It just, like, happened! So you stayed silent as you waited with sheer determination for those doors to open... And you hadn't even moved yet!

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"__________~"
"Whaaaaaaaaat..."
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?~"
"Noo..."
"NOOO?~ IT'S TIME TOOOOOOO...."
"For you to go back to bed.."
"TO EITHER LEAVE OR PUT ON YOUR HEADPHONES, 'CAUSE BRAD IS ON HIS WAY!!"
"It's nine in the morning.."
"Get dressed!!!!"
"Mm.."
"You have to hang out with that kid today. Go do that. Right now."
"I'm in dude's basketball shorts and, like... Stuff, I'm not ready to social.. He's probably not even up yet.."
"WELL EITHER GET DRESSED AND GET OUT, OR SOUNDPROOF YOUR FACE, CAUSE BRAD IS GONNA BE HERE IN HALF AN HOUR, AND WE GONNA GET SEER-REE-YUS UP IN HEA!"
"Oh dear god..."
"Is what he'll be sayin'."
"Get out."
---

Is this woman serious!? She dragged you around the mall for, like, six hours yesterday, and then you found that thing under the couch and had to reevaluate your everything! After that, she makes you do more of her stupid 'exercises' on how to help you interact with the Strider kid, that you're technically being forced into hanging out with today! You know that all of that junk will be useless!! She didn't let you go to sleep until, like, four in the morning, and now she wants you out of the house before stupid Brad comes over, or she'll do the nasty in front of S.M, and take away your headphones so that you'd have to undergo the torture as well!!!

LIKE WHAT THE HEELLLLLLLL!!!???????

"Meow" Senior Mittens purred as he leapt up onto the bathroom sink while you brushed your teeth.
"Whaddaya Want, Senior?.." You mumbled.
S.M purred up against your arm as you finished brushing your teeth. You reached over to put your toothbrush back in it's proper place, and pet the black cat's head as he purred. You proceeded to grab a washcloth and turned the sink on. Senior Mittens kept dragging himself against your arm as you washed your face, and almost slipped and fell into the sink.

"TWENTY MINUTES~" Sis chimed as she counted down to Brad's arrival. GOD, HOW YOU HATE BRAD..Just as that happened, your phone gave an obnoxious BEEP. The notification sound you had assigned to the Strider.

You dragged the washcloth down your face at an agonizingly slow rate. You were not in the mood to have this forced encounter with the Strider boy. S.M's meowing brought you out of your thoughts of escape, and you looked down at him.

"What?.."

He purred up against you one last time, and hopped off the sink, and onto the tiled floor. He trotted out of the bathroom, most likely to the kitchen. You looked into the mirror and stared at your half covered face, now red due to you dragging the washcloth across it. You looked positively exhausted.

You finished washing your face and threw the washcloth over your shoulder as you exited. It landed in the laundry basket as you turned out the bathroom light. You lazily wandered after S.M while you pulled out your phone to see what the Strider kid wanted.

He was checking to see what time and stuff you wanted to hang. Difficult to say since you didn't want to hang out in the first place! You told the kid 'whenever', and shoved your phone back into the super big pockets of your basketball shorts. It's not fair that guys get all the comfortable and roomy clothes.

As you passed through the living room, Sis was hanging half off the couch, Ew, texting Brad, double Ew. How did you know it was Sir Bradley? Well, when your sister is upside down on the couch, squealing like a four year old, and rubbing her phone all over her everything, Ya kinda just get this feeling..

As you entered the kitchen, you recieved another text from the blonde boy, and S.M came into view. He was on top of the fridge, purring against your chocolatey treasure-orbs of greatness.

"Hey! Don't you dare knock those down!" You pointed, clutching your phone in your other hand. But Senior Mittens was always one to question the man, so the box came tumbling down.

"I haaattee yoouuu..." You hissed as Senior Mittens sat upon the top of the fridge with his tail flicking every few seconds. The cat then jumped down and onto the counter. Your glare followed him until he left and entered the living room. You sighed as you turned and knelt down to pick up the cereal box. As you did this, you gave a quick glance at the message the Strider had sent. You reached up and put the cocoa-puffs back on top of the fridge as you read the message, but because you weren't paying attention, the box came falling back down, bonking your head. You hadn't pushed it back far enough.. That's when Sis walked in.

"Brad-Baby is gonna be here in sixteen minutes!~" She swooned.
You made sure you put the cereal box back correctly this time, as Sis talked about how you need to hurry and leave. You opened the fridge just to get bonk'd again.

"Need help there, Shorty?" Sis asked as she picked up the cereal box and put it back with ease.

-AStrifeEnsuesBecauseYourStatureWasQuestioned-

After Sis had called you short, and had shoved you into your room to finish your evolution into a functioning member of society, she had gotten a call from the ever-so-fucking-lovely Brad, saying he'd be at your building shortly. You were given three minutes to gather the few things you would require to be able to live while out and about.

"AND DON'T COME BACK FOR AT LEAST EIGHT HOURS!!!~" Sis yelled as she shoved you out of your apartment door.
"Eight hours!?" You questioned as you stopped yourself from tripping, and turned to face the door as it slammed in front of you.

!!2X FACEPALM C-C-C-COMBO!!

Sis also, in her hurried state, had shoved a handful of square friends down your hoodie. Remembering them, you frantically played with the bottom of said article of clothing to make them all fall out. You scooped them up messily, and shoved them under your apartment door. Sis would get much better use out of them. Yuck.

Regaining your composer, you checked yourself to be sure you had everything you needed to survive the apparent eight hours you would need to stay away for.

Phone
Ipod
Headphones

All one big Check.

As you went to insert an earbud, you heard the familiar voice of your arch nemesis coming from down the hall.
No!! Not Alison and her stupid science squad, you geeks! Brad!

"What? Yeah!.. I'll be there in five seconds!.. Oh.. I know!.. Oh this is gonna be so intense..."
'Ew..' You thought as his voice grew louder. He had taken the stairway, the kid was so excited to see your sister. But you were nowhere near as excited to see him, so you rushed down the hall in the opposite direction, skidding around the corner of the hall. You watched as Brad made it to your apartment door as he ended his call to Sis. He tumbled inside, and the door closed shortly after.

'Love is sick..' You thought. And not the cool kinda sick either! The icky kind of sick that made you want to punch a puppy in the mom, it was so gross.

With a disgusted sigh, you went back to inserting an earbud, and hit the 'Play' button on your Ipod as you swiftly turned around. Well.. It started out swift. Mid-turn, you dropped the earbud once again. You bumped into someone who had decided to stand directly frickin' behind you...

===>____: Awkward Powers, Activate!!!!!!

"S-Strider!" You managed out as you quickly removed your hands from his chest.
'IT'S EASY TO ACT COOL IN FRONT OF PEOPLE AT SCHOOL, IT'S FN' SCHOOL, YOU'RE NOT THERE TO MAKE FRIENDS, BUT, OUTSIDE OF IT.. SOCIAL INTERACTION, AN-AND WITH PEOPLE FROM THERE, IT'S-THIS.
THIS IS FUCKING NO MANS LAND.
WHAT.'

"Sup."
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were-..Why in hell are you here?" You quickly asked as a recovery, and tried to pull your usual bored expression back on, but all you could muster up was a frightened glare at the teen. Not only was your heart beating, like, ten gazillion times in a millisecond from his sudden appearance, but you had also just lost your cool.
_____ _ ____ NEVER LOSES
HER FUCKING COOL.

"Happen to be walkin' by."

'LIIEEESSS'

"Well.. Uhm.. Never..Linger behind me.. Ever again.." You managed out, as you also managed to make the point:'Don't scare me,' sound completely weird. Nice one.

"Can do.. So wanna come back to my place and play videogames or somethin'?"
"I-"

You stopped yourself from questioning on where he was going, and hesitated your 'No.' You were going to say no, but what else would you do? You were now locked out of your apartment, and you had to chill with the kid anyway, thanks to Sis, so might as well get it out of the way now.

That and you needed to gain your own cool points back, you're too fucking awkward.

===> ____: Play along with Strider

"I-...Alright.." You agreed, finally putting in the earbud that you've been trying to insert into your ear for the past forever. Sadly, though, you quickly remembered you had hit play already, when the loud music echoed inside your head. You quickly dropped the earbud to dangle next to the other one with a small wince. The Strider didn't seem to pay much attention, seeing that he had on that stupid poker face of his, and you couldn't see his stupid eyes.

"Lead the way.." You sighed, pressing pause on your Ipod as you inserted your hands into your hoodie pockets. The two off you walked to the elevator a few feet away with Dave leading. He pressed the button next to the doors, and within a few drawn out seconds of slightly awkward silence, they opened.

"After you." Spoke the blonde, and he gestured for you to walk in first. You nodded with a small forced smile, and a raised eyebrow. The blond teen followed you in, and pressed the button that would take you two up to his apartment. The elevator doors closed quickly a few seconds later, and the awkward hit you in the face. But not as hard as Brad's was hit. You didn't get to see this, cause, like, you're in an elevator, but as the doors closed, your Sis spartan kicked Brad out of your apartment for a reason, cause she can, and he tumbled across the hall, and into the opposing potted plant you have come to call Jerry.
You would love to kick Brad in his dick for grindin' up 'gainst yo homeboy foliage, but you do not know this has happened. Because, once again, you are currently in the elevator with your stalker, Dave Strider. Now back to how the awkward was hittin' ya...

You were standing in a confined area, with no escape, accompanied by your Stalker-Ninja-Cool kid acquaintance, Dave Strider. You tried not to say anything stupid, let alone anything at all. It was a habit of yours you hated. And it seemed to only happen around guys. Not that you were trying to impress them, or the blond! It just, like, happened! So you stayed silent as you waited with sheer determination for those doors to open... And you hadn't even moved yet!