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┏((= ̄(エ) ̄))┛
It was a nice day. Sun shone brightly in the baby blue sky, yet a gentle breeze was felt. Perfect weather for…blogging on tumblr!
(Name) got out her warm and cozy bed, before whipping out her laptop and connecting it to the power outlet. This would be the best Saturday ever!
Yes, (Name) loved tumblr very much. She had 600 followers that she called her babies, and received anon asks every so often. This time, there was a 'You’re hella cute' in her ask box, which made her snicker. The tumblr user had forgotten to click on ‘anon’. So awkward.
She decided to answer back privately to his 'SwimmingSalt' person that had a photo of himself as his avatar.
“Damn, he’s hot.” (Name) said out loud, chewing on some gum. “And handsome.” So she decided to reply later.
Eventually, she got tired of her Dashboard and decided that it was too hot and she wanted some ice cream. Thus, she left her house.
┏((= ̄(エ) ̄))┛
The mall was almost empty because people liked to stay at home with the air conditioner at maximum. That was probably for the best, as the (hair color) haired female disliked crowds. She went into the ice cream parlor and approached the counter.
“What would you like?”
“Uhm. I want a (favorite flavor) Frappuccino, please. Also, do you have WiFi?”
“Sorry, we don’t. But here’s your order.” The woman handed her a receipt.
Looking defeated (but holding a Frappuccino!), (Name) chose a table by the window, where you could easily see the other stores and the few humans that had dared venture out to the mall in that infernal heat.
A male teen passed by, and our dear protagonist couldn’t help but to check him out.
Burgundy hair and eyes, tall and slim, oh…just her type! Wait a second. He seems familiar. (Name) took a huge gulp of her drink, emptying the plastic container. “I know! I know who he is!” she shrieked, earning a confused glance from the woman in the counter.
The girl dashed out of the place to chase him down.
┏((= ̄(エ) ̄))┛
The task was more difficult than she had expected. As she was way shorter than him, her legs were as well, and keeping up with him was hard work. In fact, she couldn’t reach him and he entered the Sport Shop.
(Name) didn’t want to go in there. It intimidated her greatly, because she didn’t exercise (unless using a keyboard is exercising) so she settled for waiting for him outside, sitting on a bench.
Wait. What if there’s something in my teeth?! Is my hair frizzy? What if he recognizes me?! No. He doesn’t know what I look like. I’ve never posted a photo of myself in my blog. He called me cute because of my blog, not because of my appearance. So calm down a little. She fidgeted with her smartphone, playing Flappy Bird for about two minutes, before 'SwimmingSalt' came out of the store, looking pleased with himself.
But he started to walk towards the opposite direction of where she was.
“Hey! Dude with the suspicious black hoodie! Wait for me!” she yelled, running to him. The boy turned, a rather confused look on his face, only to see a girl slipping and falling onto the ground.
She had ignored the “CAUTION WET FLOOR” sign. Boy, did she have bad luck.
“Who are you?!” he demanded angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you want?!”
She pulled herself up shakily before smirking and replying, “Should you talk like that to the person you called ‘Hella cute’ mere hours ago?”
He was even more confused by now, almost looking constipated. (Name) laughed at his expression. “SwimmingSalt.” She added, “That’s you, isn’t it?”
“Then you are…” he looked completely horrified by now. It was public. His love for tumblr and reblogging hipster things was now public. “FUCK!”
“No, I’m not ‘fuck’. I’m (Username). Nice to meet ya’. The real name’s (Name).”
“Hmph. I’m Rin.” He tsked and turned around, making her see his back as he walked away.
“Stop right there! Now that we’ve met in person, we should get to know each other more. How about…we go to the beach? We could go swimming. Except I don’t know how to swim. But we can go.” (Name) offered. “And I could bring food. Because everyone loves food. I know you love food.”
Who could possibly deny that offer? “Fine. But don’t think I’m your friend, okay? You’re a weird girl. And I have better stuff to do. So we won’t hang out ever again.” That was a lie, my dear friends.
“Okay. But just so you know…” she grabbed his hoodie and pulled him down to whisper in his ear, “You’re hella cute as well.”
And that was the start of a fucking beautiful relationship…
┏((= ̄(エ) ̄))┛
It was a nice day. Sun shone brightly in the baby blue sky, yet a gentle breeze was felt. Perfect weather for…blogging on tumblr!
(Name) got out her warm and cozy bed, before whipping out her laptop and connecting it to the power outlet. This would be the best Saturday ever!
Yes, (Name) loved tumblr very much. She had 600 followers that she called her babies, and received anon asks every so often. This time, there was a 'You’re hella cute' in her ask box, which made her snicker. The tumblr user had forgotten to click on ‘anon’. So awkward.
She decided to answer back privately to his 'SwimmingSalt' person that had a photo of himself as his avatar.
“Damn, he’s hot.” (Name) said out loud, chewing on some gum. “And handsome.” So she decided to reply later.
Eventually, she got tired of her Dashboard and decided that it was too hot and she wanted some ice cream. Thus, she left her house.
┏((= ̄(エ) ̄))┛
The mall was almost empty because people liked to stay at home with the air conditioner at maximum. That was probably for the best, as the (hair color) haired female disliked crowds. She went into the ice cream parlor and approached the counter.
“What would you like?”
“Uhm. I want a (favorite flavor) Frappuccino, please. Also, do you have WiFi?”
“Sorry, we don’t. But here’s your order.” The woman handed her a receipt.
Looking defeated (but holding a Frappuccino!), (Name) chose a table by the window, where you could easily see the other stores and the few humans that had dared venture out to the mall in that infernal heat.
A male teen passed by, and our dear protagonist couldn’t help but to check him out.
Burgundy hair and eyes, tall and slim, oh…just her type! Wait a second. He seems familiar. (Name) took a huge gulp of her drink, emptying the plastic container. “I know! I know who he is!” she shrieked, earning a confused glance from the woman in the counter.
The girl dashed out of the place to chase him down.
┏((= ̄(エ) ̄))┛
The task was more difficult than she had expected. As she was way shorter than him, her legs were as well, and keeping up with him was hard work. In fact, she couldn’t reach him and he entered the Sport Shop.
(Name) didn’t want to go in there. It intimidated her greatly, because she didn’t exercise (unless using a keyboard is exercising) so she settled for waiting for him outside, sitting on a bench.
Wait. What if there’s something in my teeth?! Is my hair frizzy? What if he recognizes me?! No. He doesn’t know what I look like. I’ve never posted a photo of myself in my blog. He called me cute because of my blog, not because of my appearance. So calm down a little. She fidgeted with her smartphone, playing Flappy Bird for about two minutes, before 'SwimmingSalt' came out of the store, looking pleased with himself.
But he started to walk towards the opposite direction of where she was.
“Hey! Dude with the suspicious black hoodie! Wait for me!” she yelled, running to him. The boy turned, a rather confused look on his face, only to see a girl slipping and falling onto the ground.
She had ignored the “CAUTION WET FLOOR” sign. Boy, did she have bad luck.
“Who are you?!” he demanded angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you want?!”
She pulled herself up shakily before smirking and replying, “Should you talk like that to the person you called ‘Hella cute’ mere hours ago?”
He was even more confused by now, almost looking constipated. (Name) laughed at his expression. “SwimmingSalt.” She added, “That’s you, isn’t it?”
“Then you are…” he looked completely horrified by now. It was public. His love for tumblr and reblogging hipster things was now public. “FUCK!”
“No, I’m not ‘fuck’. I’m (Username). Nice to meet ya’. The real name’s (Name).”
“Hmph. I’m Rin.” He tsked and turned around, making her see his back as he walked away.
“Stop right there! Now that we’ve met in person, we should get to know each other more. How about…we go to the beach? We could go swimming. Except I don’t know how to swim. But we can go.” (Name) offered. “And I could bring food. Because everyone loves food. I know you love food.”
Who could possibly deny that offer? “Fine. But don’t think I’m your friend, okay? You’re a weird girl. And I have better stuff to do. So we won’t hang out ever again.” That was a lie, my dear friends.
“Okay. But just so you know…” she grabbed his hoodie and pulled him down to whisper in his ear, “You’re hella cute as well.”
And that was the start of a fucking beautiful relationship…
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More! I want more hipster-stuff-reblogging--tumblr-Rin! :v