I changed the POV for this chapter to see if I liked it a little more so I'm sorry if that throws you off a little.
Dez and Ally went to Mrs. Thomas's class the first thing Monday morning to get their idea approved of – which thankfully it was without much hesitation. "This sounds very interesting. But I do have a concern: what if a single person has more than three people which are the most compatible with. For example, Ally may one guy with a ten out of ten, another with a nine out of ten, and four with an eight out ten, then what will happen? Will Ally get the results for every male even slightly compatible with her?"
"We are hoping to have one question per student in the system. If there were one hundred students planning to join the site then there would be a hundred questions with multiple answers. And only a few would have either a yes or no option," Ally explains hopefully in the way that she had been able to form in her mind. "But we know that ninety percent of the school's population will not sit and answer one hundred questions in a row. The user answers fifteen or so questions per day until they have filled out the full survey. Then the next day they will receive their results with hopefully only three top matches. We also know more people will start joining the site later on, and if a newer member is more compatible with an older user, the system will inform the latter about the results. How this will happen is up in the air at the moment."
"Why?" Mrs. Thomas asks as she continues to write down notes on her paper – which includes how the site works and how it operates.
Dez explains, "Ally and I have different ideas on how each user should be informed on their results. I think we should inform them through the actual site itself since not many students check their emails anymore. Ally, on the other hand, believes we should give the results through email."
"I think you all can compromise," she suggests. "The user is sent an email stating: "Insert what ever your URL is here has found your top matches," with a link back to the website. Then the user has to log onto the site to get the results."
"That works for me," Dez and Ally say at the same time, jumping at the sound of the first bell signaling an hour until class started.
"And now I have a question that I would like answered as detailed as possible: how do you plan to build the function needed to run the website? Because I highly doubt the two of you are going to sift through hundreds of applications matching every user up." Dez turns his laptop to face her while Ally stands besides her explaining the software. It takes about thirty minutes before the system is completely explained, and then the two give an example of how it works using two fake profiles they had made the previous day and the one that each of them made for themselves.
"Since we only have four profiles in the system, there is only four questions; however we also don't have all the questions that people would want asked in a partner," Dez explains as Ally fills in her answers. "This is how the results will look. As you can see, Ally's top result is myself followed by the two fake profiles. However if another profile were to come in with closer results then Ally will receive a notification right about now," a small red heart forms next to the results tab located on the left hand side of the site. "Then Ally can click it," which she did, "and see that the new user is more compatible than one of the others all ready on the site. And we also plan on deleting the fake profiles once we get your approval."
"Well I really like the idea of the site. I like how you all are going about making it, and how quickly you've come in the few weeks that you've had the project. Most of your classmates only have the layout of the site and not the actual content figured out. And the only real concerns I have at the moment are that you all do not have enough questions. How do you plan on getting more of them?"
Ally explains this while Dez puts his laptop up. "We have asked our friends to ask the people in their homeroom, 'If you could only ask your future spouse one question what would it be?' And as long as it's not: 'When will I find you' or 'Am I in a relationship with you?' or something that couldn't be asked and not receive a generalized answer than they were to write it on a paper and give it us at the end of the day. If that makes sense. Then we would choose the best questions and insert it into the program."
"It makes perfect sense. Do you one person in all the homerooms?"
"Yes, we have recruited all of Dez's younger brothers' friends to ask the freshman, sophomore, and junior classrooms. Mine and Dez's friends will do the other rooms. Every class has someone asking the questions, and we have all ready talked to Mr. Clark about not holding announcements until a later time so we could get the papers completed, and he has agreed to do so."
"Well I like the project so here's your papers. Enjoy! And I look forward to seeing the results." The papers she handed were the project's rule with the word 'approved' circled in red ink and her signature beneath."
The day passes quite quickly for the pair and at the end of the Ally and Dez meets with the forty something people in the cafeteria to collect the papers with the questions. Once they have the questions, the group heads their separate ways: Dez and his three younger brothers head to his car, Ally and her other best friend Trish head to Ally's car, and the others in the group head wherever they are headed.
At four o'clock, Dez is pushing through Ally's front door with his key. "Upstairs," she calls before he slips off his shoes. Ally is sitting in her bed surrounded with forty or so papers separated into two piles. "Type all of these questions into word and take out the repeated questions, and then send it to me where I will make a master list." Dez takes the papers he's handed and joins Ally under her covers and gets started. It takes about two hours to get all the questions onto the documents and another hour to take Dez's list and join it with Ally's, and then double checking for repeated questions took another half hour. It had taken so long that Ally's father had gotten off from his job working at the local music store, and Ally's mother had left for her night shift at the hospital.
Her father knocked on the door at eight o'clock. "Do you want something to eat? I just brought home fast food because I know you all don't want to eat my cooking." Ally's father was prone to burn everything he cooked, and he usually ended up using out of date food on accident.
"Yeah, but we will probably go get it. Do you mind?"
"Will you be home before curfew?"
"Unless traffic is really busy and the restaurant is slow, I see no reason why we shouldn't be."
"We'll probably go to Mama Rosa's," Dez adds, turning off his laptop.
"Cool with me," Ally's father adds, pulling out his wallet and handing Ally twenty dollars. "Be safe."
"Okay, Dad. It'll be awhile before I leave anyways since Dez has to go put his stuff away at the house. But I love you."
"Love you too, Ally Catty." Ally smiles and her father closes the door behind him. "No sex!" He calls halfway down the stairs, sending both Ally and Dez into a ball of laughter.
So what do you all think so far? I'm still really enjoying this story, but I still feel a bit rusty since it's been awhile since I've written something other than an one-shot. Review/Follow/Favorite
Also someone sent me a DM asking if I had a tumblr that I could be reached on. You can on either: disneyforeveramen, hazelgracelancters, or itll-be-perfect.
xoxo Maddie
