ACK I'M REALLY SORRY THIS IS MORE THAN A WEEK LATE BUT UGH NANOWRIMO AND SCHOOL AND HOMEWORK AND ALL MY OTHER STORIES AND THE SCHOOL DANCE AND UGH WHY IS LIFE SO CHOCK FULL OF STUFF UGH I LITERALLY FORGOT TO UPDATE THIS, IT JUST COMPLETELY SLIPPED MY MIND AND I FEEL SO BAD
Anyways, I deeply apologize. :( - Look at that, I even put a sad face. Here, look, I'm even more sorry than a sad face – I'm THIS sad:
D:
Yeah. That sad.
I'M SO SORRY.
Can I make it up to you guys?
Like, put suggestions in the comments/reviews, I guess... I could make a video game, maybe, where you fight jumbo squids? I feel like that would end badly, considering my lack of coding skills, but maybe I could just use Scratch or something..? I don't know.
UGH, I DON'T KNOW, DON'T PRESSURE ME.
Forget Me
Ch 13: DATE MEH, I'M DESPERATE
Sky's POV
"This is the weirdest place I have ever been in my entire life," Alesa informs me, glancing around my house (which I recently gave another coat of budder).
"Hey, that's not a very nice thing to say about the setting for our first date," I say teasingly.
Her head whips around so she's facing me. "Date?"
I wince. This isn't going to end well. "If you're okay with it being a date, then... yes. If you're not okay with it being a date, then, pssh, no, of course it's not a date! Why would you think that?"
She smiles at my silliness and pulls me into a hug. "I would love for it to be a date, Sky."
Grinning, I pick her up and spin her around once. Oh, yeah, the paralysis is gone, by the way. It just kind of went away on its own, just like I was sure it was.
"Whoa! Sky, what was that for?" she giggles as I set her down.
I shrug. "I'm just really excited, I guess."
"So what are we gonna do on this date?" she asks.
I grab her hand and tug her towards the budder spiral staircase in the corner of the room. "I'm gonna make you dinner, and then we're gonna watch a movie, and then we're gonna kill people-"
Her eyes widen.
"On a video game," I finish.
"Thank Notch! For a second there, I thought I might be going on a date with a murderer!" Alesa smiles.
"Well, I mean, I've murdered my fair share of people-"
She glares at me.
"While the respawn machine was on!" I say quickly, laughing. But then my mood falls, because I've also killed someone while the respawn machine was off.
My girlfriend.
Dawn.
Alesa senses my bipolar mood change almost immediately. "Hey, whatever you're thinking about, stop thinking about it," she commands, poking my sunglasses. A small smile creeps onto my face after that little action.
"Sorry, I'm just... ugh. It's complicated," I groan, running a hand through my hair.
"It's fine, you don't have to explain," Alesa assures me, waving it off.
"Thanks," I breathe, smiling gratefully and moving my hand back down to hold hers again. "Now let's get this date started before someone either dies or breaks down crying."
I lead her to the dining room table and then hand her the TV remote. Then while she sits down, I run to the kitchen and start cooking.
Well, I start attempting to cook.
Fifteen minutes later, there's flour all over the kitchen floors, spice sprinkled over one of the counters, melted chocolate on top of the fridge, burnt who-knows-what in the oven, and an entire gallon of milk soaking into a towel that was hastily used to both clean up the milk on the counter and put out the fire on the toaster. Oh, and I almost blew up the microwave.
Thankfully, I had enough sense to pull out the metal spoon when it first started sparking and making 'pop' noises.
So, yeah. No explosion.
However, a sausage pizza should be arriving in approximately ten minutes!
"Hey, do you, uh, need help in there, Sky?" Alesa asks hesitantly, not quite daring to open the door to the kitchen.
"Um, no, I'm fine! The food should be ready in about ten minutes. Thanks, though!" I call back, mopping up the spilled milk while simultaneously throwing the blackened spoon into the trash can.
"Oh, okay." There's a moment of silence, and then she says, "Are you sure? Because I thought I smelled something burning-"
"No! It's all good, it's perfect, actually, going really well! No need to worry, just sit down and prepare for brilliance!" I assure her, spraying some febreeze next to the toaster that recently got caught on fire.
"Erm... alright, then." I hear her footsteps getting quieter as she walks away.
*eight minutes later*
"HEY, SKY! THE PIZZA DUDE WANTS HIS MONEY, AND I DON'T HAVE ANY ON ME!"
Notch dang it.
I tramp down the stairs and smile sheepishly at Alesa and the pizza delivery guy. "Um, here you go..," I mutter, handing him a budder ingot.
He gapes at me.
"Snap, uh, hold on, I have a crap-ton more upstairs, I just thought that would cover it..."
"No, no, sir! It's fine, I just- this is way more than the pizza costs-" the pizza guy begins.
I just wave it off. "I only pay in budder, just keep the change."
He nods slowly and then walks away.
"Hey, buddy, could we maybe please have that pizza, while you're here?" I call after him.
He blushes bright red as he walks back up to the door and hands us our pizza.
"Thanks," I say with a smile, and he nods before scampering off down the path.
Alesa snorts. "So, is this what you meant by 'going really well?'" she asks.
I chuckle nervously. "Uh, I'm not a very good cook. At all. And I have the entire kitchen as evidence."
She laughs. "I'll help you clean it up before I leave. For now, let's just gorge on pizza."
"Sounds good!"
*time skip*
"AVENGE ME, ALESA!" I shout, my mouth full of pizza. She doesn't seem to mind; her mouth is stuffed with food, too.
"I WILL TRY MY BEST, SIR SKY!" she shouts, pounding the buttons on her controller and ultimately managing to murder the guy who killed me on the video game we're playing.
"You have done well, young lady," I say solemnly, bowing slightly.
"Thank you, Senpai. I try."
We both fall off the couch, laughing our heads off. "We're such idiots," I point out between laughs.
Alesa's character onscreen gets killed.
"Oh no," she gasps, still laughing. "Now we're even bigger idiots; we're both dead!"
I laugh harder, because right now I'm just in a laughy mood and I'd probably laugh even if some random person just died right in front of me. I don't know. I'm drunk on life. I'm drunk on Alesa.
Suddenly my phone rings, and I hit my head on the couch's sidetable (don't even ask how) as I reach for it. Alesa only laughs harder, and I can't help but smile.
Then I read the caller I.D.
Ty.
"WHOOP, WHOOP!" I shriek, jumping around the living room and holding my phone out in front of me. "ALESA, TY IS CALLING! I THINK THIS MEANS HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS AGAIN!"
Like always, Alesa's mood seems to brighten (if that's even possible, I mean, honestly, her face is just a huge smile right now, maybe I'm just imagining things. Like I said, I'm freaking drunk on Alesa) at the mention of Ty. Aw, she's literally so freaking awesome, being concerned about my other relationships and junk. Dawn never really gave a crap about my social life, except for the part of it that involved her.
However, lately Alesa's been wanting to spend more time alone with me; she's no longer constantly (well, not constantly, but whatevs) asking if Ty would want to come along with us on our play dates (shut up, grown ups can have play dates). I think she's been wanting this date as much as I have.
"Well, answer and find out!" she laughs. "And make sure he's not stuck in a toaster again. That would be bad." I chuckle and prepare to press the green button. "Don't be long, though!"
I nod and then flop down on the couch as I press the 'call' button. "Halloo?"
"Sky?"
"Who else would it be?" I ask, grinning. He's willingly speaking to me! And he's not even yelling!
He sighs. "Right. Well, this is Ty, in case you can't read and also can't recognize my voice. Seto told me I should say sorry for blowing up in your face because apparently you might be emotionally traumatized by the whole Dawn thing, and then I felt really bad because I was really rude and I shouldn't have been and I totally get that you actually have a life outside of budder and Team Crafted, and I'm just really sorry because I could have screwed up your relationship with Alesa even though I kind of don't like her, and I don't want that," he spits out in one breath.
"Breathe, buddy. It's required for life."
"Sky! This is serious!"
"So is breathing, I swear! Last time I forgot how to breathe, I respawned in the middle of a desert biome! And just a few days ago my tongue swelled so much I couldn't breathe, and then I just barely respawned because the respawn machine had just been turned on..."
"You're an idiot."
"But you love me!" I insist, grinning.
He sighs. "Sure. Well, bye, Sky. Wanna hang out later?"
"YES!" I scream. "I mean, yeah, sure, I- YES!"
I can practically see Ty shaking his head and smiling. "Cool. I'm guessing you're with Alesa currently, 'cause I can hear her giggling in the background at our conversation, so do you wanna do something tomorrow?"
"Yeah! THIS'LL BE GREAT!"
"Calm yourself," Ty advises me, and I stop yelling. Then we both say goodbye, and I hang up.
"So, does he hate you?" Alesa asks, still giggling.
I scoff. "Oh, please, as if you didn't hear every word we said."
She shrugs. "Hey, it's not my fault! You have your volume turned up almost as high as Ty sets his volume."
"Woah, no, okay, too far," I growl, trying to hide the smile on my face. "No one has their phone's volume up as high as Ty does."
She squeals as I tackle her to the ground, and we roll around stupidly before somehow, someway, her lips end up on mine.
xXx
Ermergersh, crappy ending. . Don't judge me, I've never kissed anyone. I actually agree with my mom's 'no dating until you're thirty' rule. I just don't do 'love.'
BUT I SHIP PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING. :3
Anyways.
I'm just patiently waiting for someone to point out how suspicious Chapter Four was. Like, seriously, guys, we're on Chapter Thirteen and I don't think even one person has realized what's up. :3
Lol, who wants to bet you're all gonna go re-read Ch 4 now?
Do it, though, seriously, I've been patient for too long in waiting for one of you to figure it out. Your comments are my life source.
But, you know what?
I'll leave now before I spoil the plot.
Yeah, bye.
My author's notes never end very well.
WAIT ALSO I'M UPDATING THIS ON THURSDAY/FRIDAY BECAUSE I'M GOING TO A WIFI-LESS PLACE FOR THE WEEKEND.
OH, AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
BAIIIIIII!