Author's Note:
Part two of the whole dating advice seminar. Our good instructor Olivia is here to give Magnus some tips that will (hopefully) allow him to leave his first date not in shambles.
"Okay, okay. So what about this crush? Why'd you come to me?" Olivia asked, not sparing Magnus a glance as he recollected himself from his draining encounter with her.
"Well, I wanted to ask you some questions about... dating..." He replied as he shoved his hands into his pocket and dug his foot into the ground. Olivia pretended not to see the pink color coming to his cheeks and complied.
"Okay, so what do you want to know?"
"Everything." He replied. She nodded.
"Alright, so first thing's first: Asking her out. Okay, so you need to make sure that you look and smell nice-"
"But I do look and smell nice." He argued. She sent him a cut-eyed glare.
"Well, make sure you look and smell nicer." She correcter herself. There. Now we're both happy. She thought to herself a bit annoyedly before moving on. "And by the way, why don't you try wearing on a different shirt?"
"What's wrong with this shirt?"
"You wore it yesterday... and the day before that. You need to... freshen up, you know?"
"Right, got it. Freshen up."
"Finally you're starting to be agreeable." She muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"I said 'Onto the next part'. When you ask her out, don't try to come up with something flashy or smart. Just say 'hi'." She glanced at him to make sure that he was paying attention. She smiled. He seemed to have been soaking in every word. "After that, try to start a bit of small talk... like... ask her about her hobbies or something." He nodded calmly. She continued on steadily. "Remember to keep it cool, realax. When the time is right, pop the question."
POV Switch
It all seemed so easy. Take a shower, say 'hi', ask about her hobbies, pop a question. Four easy, simple steps. His eyes began to wander and he found himself lost in his own thoughts of what if.
What if this turns on me and sucks? What is she turns on me? What if I don't smell or look fresh? What if I leave the oven on? What if the ship burns?! What- what if-
"Magnus, are you still here?" Olivia asked firmly. Magnus quickly recollected himself and looked back at her.
"Uh, yeah... why?" Olivia sighed.
"It's a good thing you came to me." She muttered to herself. He didn't question any and she knew that he didn't hear her remark. "Okay, another rule: You can't do that."
"Do 'what'?"
"That! That zoning off! That'd only tell this date that you have more important things than her on your mind and that you want to get home to watch Sunday Night Footblock! And while I was talking? Were you even listening?"
"Uh... maybe...?" She sighed in dismay before looking him over. "Okay, so you should go to your room and get a shower, put on some cologne and... if you find her, do everything that I told you, okay?"
"Got it." He nervously spun on his heels in an attempt to leave.
"Oh and, Magnus,"
"Yes, Olivia?"
"When you ask her... look at her eyes. Not... anything else." She warned him, her face twisted as she realized the awkwardness of such a statement. The two of them locked eyes for that unpleasant moment.
"Uhhh... yeah... well, nice talking to yah." He waved as he walked off. Olivia watched him leave. "Oh, and, uh, one more thing: thanks for... you know... teaching me how to date and all."
"Sure thing, Magnus." She replied. Nodding once more he was off into the wonderful world of romance. And Olivia would be so too. In a matter of minutes.
POV Switch
At long last, the three boys finally found their lost cat Ocelott. She was sitting in a corner, alone, her eyes bloodshot red from her silent, catlike crying.
"Ocelott!" Itscartooncookie rushed up to her. "Ocelott, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." She replied with a sniffle.
"Really, Ocelott. Tell us what's wrong so that we can fix it." Lukas suggested. No one really expected LonelyWhistler to say anything to the girl, though his face showed compassion. "We're friends now. We'll help you."
"Nothing's wrong. I'm serious." She replied.
"But your eyes, you've been crying!" Itscartooncookie suggested. Ocelott looked up at them with a confused look on her face.
"What makes you think that?"
"They're so red." Ocelott thought for a few seconds.
"Oh, that's because I've been staring at those guys for the past hour. I really like their jackets." Ocelott replied, pointing at three young adults who lingered in the shade enjoying a conversation that to Itscartooncookie, LonelyWhistler and Lukas was inaudible. "Oh hey, they've got the same jacket as you." Ocelott pointed out as she stared in awe at Lukas's ocelot jacket. "How nice."
"Those are my friends. There's Maya, Gill and Aiden."
"Oh... are they friendly?"
"Well, um... you could say so...?... well, once you get to know them, that is." He replied, looking directly at Ocelott. They stood there locked in each other's gaze. Lukas watched awkwardly as Ocelott's pursed lips spread like wings into the most ridiculously large smile he had ever seen plastered onto any one being's face. "Uh... what're you doing?"
They stared for one second more before Ocelott stormed quite quickly towards his friends.
"Ocelott! Wait!" But it was too late.
POV Switch
If anyone knew anything about great first-impressions, it was Ocelotticus Nyayn. It was simple: Smile big, talk loud, happy-go-lucky and all that fun rainbow gogo stuff! Of course, she only really had one scenario planned out that was intended for one breed of human: happy-go-lucky super. As if all those years of rejection didn't stop her from beaming on like the sun. It was another thing about herself: She was stubborn as an... donkey... Ahem, well, to tell her to give up would be an act of true futility. Of course, this would find her in a paradox at times, for if one told her to give up on giving up, well... things are complicated from then, so let's just get back to Ocelott's adventure.
"Hi!" Ocelott began happily. The three slowly turned around to face her.
"Uh, who's this nut-job with the squeaky voice?" One with black hair asked loudly enough for Ocelott to hear. Ocelott stopped in her tracks.
Ah, there isn't much good that comes from being sensitive and part Tac Nayn.
Who was this idiot to say something so mean? Suddenly, her outlook on friendship took a drastic change for the ugly.
She glanced around at the three who sneered at her in disgust.
"What did you, breathe helium for ten years?" Another with a black beard asked stepping up to her and towering over her.
"Hey! Look at me 'Hiiii! I eat, breathe and sleep helium! AND I'm a nut-job!'" The girl piped in, acting like a total mental-case to mock the cat-girl.
"That's. Not. Nice." She warned them, her voice still at its original pitch. This only caused the three of them to laugh.
"So what're you gonna do? Sing about it?" The first boy asked her, once again rubbing the fact about her high-pitched voice into her raw wounds. Ocelott gave a loud cry, actually in a much higher and pathetic tone, only drawing attention to herself, before she whipped out an iron shovel, holding it high above his head and not hesitating to bring it down.
"Whoa! Whoa! Ocelott, calm down!" Itscartooncookie yelled before Ocelott could do any damage at all. Ocelott... boy she looked so furious it was almost cute. Holding that shovel high like it was the sword of Excalibur and her newest victim was a hyper-horrific rat. Slowly, she sized down, dropping the shovel to her side as Lukas rushed onto the scene.
"What's going on over here?" He asked them. Ocelott was still glaring furiously at the three.
"Ocelott, what happened?" Itscartooncookie asked. Ocelott took a deep breath and exhaled. And then went Tac Nayn.
"Well, I came over here trying to be nice and whatever, then these big-" A plate happened to hit the floor, shattering loudly "-called me a nut-job with a squeaky voice! Then, -" She pointed to the one with the beard, "-this -" A glass cup collided vehemently with a wooden table, "-came and asked me wether or not I had smoked helium for ten years! Then, this little-" A bottle of beer met with the wooden boards of the SS Cupidon "-started mocking me." She turned on the three to face them. "Y'all are all a bunch of-" Whistler tossed a large salad dish to the floor. The remaining players slowly looked at him as he stood neutrally.
"What? They ran out of glasses and plates." Their attention was quickly averted to the three in question.
"Aiden, Gill, Maya, you can't just be mean to random people. It's not nice."
"Well, would you tell this thing to stop cussing us out?" Gill snarled angrily.
"I wasn't cussing you out! I was cussing about you out!"
"That doesn't make any sense!" He shouted before Ocelott pulled a soft-drink from behind her back. Glaring at him, she made loud slurping noises in order to offend him... somehow. "Well what's that supposed to mean?!" He shouted at Ocelott who slowly stopped sucking and pondered his question herself.
"Oh! That means... uh... I don't know, actually."
"Okay, Ocelott, stop cussing. It's not becoming." Lukas told Ocelott who nodded upsettedly. "And the rest of you, stop being mean to people. She just wanted to say 'hi' because she liked your jackets."
"Yeah, whatever. We're gonna go play some pool." And with that, the three left.
"But we were gonna go play some pool." Ocelott whispered nervously to Lukas.
Once again, Ocelott's issues found her another great pool of trouble!
Author's Note:
Hey, audience! SethBling h- I mean... well, that was strange. It's me, Gamerwhogames, and I just want to let you know that I'm posting again, regardless of the poll. I can't not press that upload button, you know? Leave a review about the story, as well as wether or not the Ocelots should become friends or foes. Meanwhile, Ivorama is still being voted on. Vote before the deadline! Regardless, expect uploads! Leave a review, favorite and follow!
PS: Which would you rather? Olixel (OliviaXAxel) or Olikas (OliviaXLukas)?
