hi i'm insect and i love to write trashy things :)
here's the prompt i used for this:
May 7
Key takeaway
Give your newer sisters and brothers-in-WordPress one piece of advice based on your experiencesblogging. If you're a new blogger, what's one question you'd like to ask other bloggers?
enjoy :)
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For some reason—I'm looking at you, teenage hormones—his hands are sweaty and gross and make me want to lick a tree, but hey, he's willingly giving me advice and my brain kind of has an orgasm whenever he touches me, so why not?
"So. You want my help. You, Rin-the-Great, want help from stupid Len-Len?"
"Okay. First of all," I start, slapping his hand away after giving him the money, "You're the only person in this whole damn building that I know won't, uh, "scam" me."
We both know that the only reason he wouldn't is because of our parents' great trust in each others' family, but I don't mention that.
"Secondly, you're Asian."
"So are you."
"That's besides the point," I say, and it really was, because for some reason, I'm able to keep my GPA above a four-point-oh at all times but cannot set up a stupid Tumblr account.
"Besides, you're also the only person that I don't loathe that uses that 'social media site'." I put heavy emphasis on the words and wave my fingers around in little quotation marks, because from what I've seen, Tumblr is nothing more than half-assed posts about people's lives and hashtag-relatable memes. But hey, summer's right around the corner, and I need something to do besides math equations and summer-bridging workbooks. Plus, it gives me more time with Len—because for some reason, seeing each other for over seven-and-a-half-hours-a-day isn't nearly enough for me and my needs. I'm about to say something else to Len, what exactly I do not know, but before I can do that he sharply turns toward me with this glint in his eye and brings his face close to mine.
"Actually, Rin," Len puts the money back into my hand, which, grossly, is a little damp from his hands—which aren't sweaty anymore, hooray-hooray, and his breath smells like that Trident gum he's always chewing (even during school, despite it being against the rules).
"I think that I want some payment in a form besides cash. I can get that any day from Dad."
Lmao what
"Er," I say, unsure of what to do because hello, maybe I haven't mentioned this before, but Len kind of reminds me (and possibly everyone else who has met him) of an Asian Cole Spouse. Or, in other words, amazing. And maybe I was going to say something to him again, I don't know, but he kisses me? Like…what? Okay? I kinda do it back but not really, because boys are just weird, 'kay?
"Happy early birthday, Rinny-Poo. Have a nice day."
And with that, he walks back into my house and I remember that hey, he's staying at my house tonight, which means maybe more, uh, things. Yeah.
Fun.