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Me having to write a 2k word paper over the course of a week:
Me writing 2k words for this story in a day:
but I gotta say, Alex's stuff is way easier for me to write...he just gives me more inspiration than Eden (which may or may not be evident)
but maybe that's bc he's basically just a copy+paste of an already existing char of mine 
Me writing 2k words for this story in a day:
but I gotta say, Alex's stuff is way easier for me to write...he just gives me more inspiration than Eden (which may or may not be evident)
but maybe that's bc he's basically just a copy+paste of an already existing char of mine
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PART 4
Eden
Ask why the other kids don't like her -5 points
“So, is there a reason the other kids at school don’t like you?” Straight to the point. Probably lacking greatly in tact.
Eden shoots you a look, and you can instantly tell this is a topic she doesn’t want to discuss, but nonetheless, she asks “does it seem like they don’t like me?” Her voice is calm, but you feel as if you’ve stepped into a landmine.
“Um, well, that guy called you an ice queen, and people are always staring…”
Eden scowls, tone bitter as she bites out “An ice queen…Well, they’ve already decided on their image of me, and I see no point in trying to change it.” You feel as if you can physically see the guards coming up as she schools her expression and flatly says, “If they want me to be an ice queen, then I’ll be one.”
The rest of the car ride passes in tense silence, and when you arrive at the vet, Eden bombards the poor vet with questions about its health. The vet patiently answers all her questions, and says “she’s already doing much better. We’ll send her to the animal shelter in a few days, where hopefully she’ll find a loving family.”
As you guys leave the vet, you feel the need to say something, anything, to break the palpable tension between the two of you, so you say, “well, um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Eden looks at you, head tilted to the side, expression unreadable, and simply nods. With that, she gets in the car waiting for her and leaves you standing on the curb watching as she disappears down the street.
Ask if she has a pet cat: +5 points
Deciding to keep it light, you ask, “so, do you have a pet cat?”
Eden raises a brow at that and scoffs, “what, do you think that’s the only reason I’d care?” Well…that was the main reason behind your curiosity, but now you feel like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I don’t. My parents are such clean freaks, the only pet they’ve ever allowed me to have is a dumb fish.” She pauses, tilts her head to the side as if just remembering something, and adds, “well, they said I could have a horse since it would be outside, but riding clothes aside, horses are so not cute.”
A horse? Yeesh, she really is rich. You tried to imagine asking your parents for a horse…you were pretty sure they’d laugh in your face.
The rest of the car ride passes in silence, and when you arrive at the vet, the nurse asks you and Eden if you’ll be alright getting home. Both of you nod. Your house was only a 10 minute walk from here, and Eden…would apparently be getting picked up by her driver..
When you’re allowed to see the kitten, Eden bombards the poor vet with questions about her, because apparently it was a girl, health. The vet patiently answers all her questions, and says “she’s already doing much better. We’ll send her to the animal shelter in a few days, where hopefully she’ll find a loving family.”
As the two of you walk out the vet, Eden glances over at you and asks, “I don’t suppose you’re looking for a new pet?
“Err, no, sorry. My family already has several cats, dogs, and a bunny.” Because while your parents would never buy you something like a horse, that didn’t mean they weren’t animal lovers.
“Is that so? What a shame.” With those parting words, she slips into the car waiting for her and disappears down the street.
Ask if you guys are friends: +10 points
“So, um, are we friends?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you cringe internally. Geez, good going, that totally didn’t sound desperate.
Eden quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk snaking its way onto her face. “And what brought this question on?
Scratching the back of your neck sheepishly, you stammer out, “it’s just, I’ve never really seen you interact with anyone other than me.”
At that, the smirk falls off in favor of a frown, a dark look appearing in her eyes. “I have no desire to interact with people who dislike me.” Quietly, she adds, “I’m fine on my own.”
You wonder if she truly believes that, or if it's just what she tells herself. “Well, I’d like us to be friends.”
Her brows furrow, and she opens her mouth to say something, but then clamps it shut, lips pressed tight together as she turns away from you to stare out the window. Rejected. Maybe it was silly of you to think someone like Eden Murphy would want to be friends with you. Maybe she was only interacting with you out of boredom, or because she could tell you had a pathetic crush on her and would probably do whatever she told you.
While you're spiraling internally, the rest of the car ride passes in awkward silence. You’re too mortified to even dare to glance over at Eden. When you arrive at the vet, the nurse asks you and Eden if you’ll be alright getting home. Both of you nod. Your house was only a 10 minute walk from here, and Eden…would apparently be getting picked up by her driver..
When you’re allowed to see the kitten, Eden bombards the poor vet with questions about her, because apparently it was a girl, health. The vet patiently answers all her questions, and says “she’s already doing much better. We’ll send her to the animal shelter in a few days, where hopefully she’ll find a loving family.”
As the two of you walk out the vet, Eden glances over at you and asks, “I don’t suppose you’re looking for a new pet?
“Err, no, sorry. My family already has several cats, dogs, and a bunny. Not to mention I have 3 younger siblings…it’s a bit too crowded”
Eden hums thoughtfully, then she smiles at you, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Is that so? I guess I’ll have to come over sometime. After all, that’s what friends do.” With those parting words, she slips into the car waiting for her, leaving you standing on the curb staring stupidly after her as she disappears down the street.
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Alex
Ask if he takes song requests: -5 points
“Sooo, do you take song requests?” You smile sweetly at him as you ask, but he looks thoroughly unimpressed.
“No.” Without missing a note, he continues to play.
Straight to the point…Well, he didn’t have to be so cold about it.
Huffing, you pout, but continue to listen to him play as you lean back and tilt your head up, gazing absentmindedly at the tiled ceiling.
Ask if he knows any other songs: +5 points
You ask, “do you know any other songs?”
At that, he pauses his playing, hands hovering over the keys. “Why? Does this one bother you?”
In retrospect, you maybe should have considered your wording. Worried you’ve offended him, you splutter and try desperately to backpedal. “No! No, of course not. I just, um, was curious…” You trail off lamely
Thankfully, he isn’t offended. He just shrugs and says, “well, I don’t really like it myself.”
“You said it was your mom’s favorite, right? I guess you play it for her a lot”
Alex flinches at the question. “No…I-” He cuts himself off and is silent for a moment, biting his bottom lip apprehensively as he seems to consider what to say. “It doesn’t matter. Do you have a song you want to hear?”
You suspect he’s just trying to change the topic, but decide to go with it anyway. After all, you never would have expected him to offer. “Well, I would like to hear Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
At that, he snorts, “are you serious? I’m offering to play anything for you and you request Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?” But he doesn’t sound offended. In fact, there is genuine mirth in his eyes, which you only now notice are uncovered, glasses absent.
You pout at his teasing and halfheartedly attempt to defend your song choice. “Hey, it’s for nostalgia! I have this music box that I was obsessed with as a kid that played it.”
“Very well then. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it is.” With that, he begins playing. It’s such a simple tune, yet he manages to make it sound amazing. Humming along, you lean back and tilt your head up, gazing absentmindedly at the tiled ceiling. You wonder what he was going to say about playing Clair de Lune for his mom before he stopped himself…
Ask if he enjoys playing the piano: +10 points
You ask, “do you enjoy playing the piano?”
At that, he pauses his playing, hands hovering over the keys. “Does it seem like I don’t?” He doesn’t look at you, but something in his voice sounds strained.
You wonder if maybe you’ve brought up a topic you shouldn’t have, but you’ve already thrown it out there, so you try to salvage the situation. “Aah, no I’m just curious. My mom tried to get me to learn all sorts of instruments when I was younger, but I sucked at all of them.” You laugh awkwardly,
Ales bites his lip and is silent for a while, seeming to consider how, if at all, to respond to you. You hold your breath, hoping he won’t leave, but somehow you’ve said the right thing to get him to lower his guard. He drops his hands in his lap and sighs, “not really.” At that admission, he glances over at you, and you give what you hope is an encouraging smile. Taking a deep breath, he clenches his fists, nails digging into his thighs, and continues, “my mom was a professional piano player…so I learned it hoping…” He abruptly cuts himself off, slumping down as he forces his hands to relax. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I just play out of habit now.”
You take a moment to process his words. So, he learned it for his mom…to what? Make her happy? Make her proud? In hopes she’d pay attention to him? To earn her love? All potential answers are depressing. You want to ask him if he got what he was hoping for, but judging by his bitter tone, you think you already know the answer. Wanting to cheer him up, you say, “well, I love hearing you play.” And it’s true, you think you could listen to him play Clair de Lune all day and not get sick of it.
For the first time since you entered the room, Alex looks you directly in the eyes, and also for the first time, you realize that he’s not wearing his glasses. He fiddles with the end of his bangs nervously, clearly not used to receiving such praise. “Thanks…is there a song you want me to play?”
You blink in surprise, not expecting him to offer. “Oh, um, you don’t have to,” still, this seemed to be his way of trying to reach out to you, so you decide to take him up on the offer, “but I would like to hear Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
At that, he snorts, “are you serious? I’m offering to play anything for you and you request Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?” But he doesn’t sound offended. No, there is a genuine smile on his face.
You pout, at his teasing, and you can’t quite tell if the flush of your cheeks is from embarrassment or the way Alex’s eyes seem to shine when he smiles. Willing your face to return to a normal color, you defend your song choice. “Hey, it’s for nostalgia! I have this music box that I was obsessed with as a kid that played it.”
“Very well then. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it is.” With that, he begins playing. You’re sure it sounds great, and if you were paying attention to it, you’re sure it would have reminded you of your childhood. But you’re not listening, because in that moment, all you can focus on is the sight of Alex’s expression, wholly unguarded as he plays, eyes closed and a small, serene smile on his lips.
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Eden
Ask why the other kids don't like her -5 points
“So, is there a reason the other kids at school don’t like you?” Straight to the point. Probably lacking greatly in tact.
Eden shoots you a look, and you can instantly tell this is a topic she doesn’t want to discuss, but nonetheless, she asks “does it seem like they don’t like me?” Her voice is calm, but you feel as if you’ve stepped into a landmine.
“Um, well, that guy called you an ice queen, and people are always staring…”
Eden scowls, tone bitter as she bites out “An ice queen…Well, they’ve already decided on their image of me, and I see no point in trying to change it.” You feel as if you can physically see the guards coming up as she schools her expression and flatly says, “If they want me to be an ice queen, then I’ll be one.”
The rest of the car ride passes in tense silence, and when you arrive at the vet, Eden bombards the poor vet with questions about its health. The vet patiently answers all her questions, and says “she’s already doing much better. We’ll send her to the animal shelter in a few days, where hopefully she’ll find a loving family.”
As you guys leave the vet, you feel the need to say something, anything, to break the palpable tension between the two of you, so you say, “well, um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Eden looks at you, head tilted to the side, expression unreadable, and simply nods. With that, she gets in the car waiting for her and leaves you standing on the curb watching as she disappears down the street.
Ask if she has a pet cat: +5 points
Deciding to keep it light, you ask, “so, do you have a pet cat?”
Eden raises a brow at that and scoffs, “what, do you think that’s the only reason I’d care?” Well…that was the main reason behind your curiosity, but now you feel like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I don’t. My parents are such clean freaks, the only pet they’ve ever allowed me to have is a dumb fish.” She pauses, tilts her head to the side as if just remembering something, and adds, “well, they said I could have a horse since it would be outside, but riding clothes aside, horses are so not cute.”
A horse? Yeesh, she really is rich. You tried to imagine asking your parents for a horse…you were pretty sure they’d laugh in your face.
The rest of the car ride passes in silence, and when you arrive at the vet, the nurse asks you and Eden if you’ll be alright getting home. Both of you nod. Your house was only a 10 minute walk from here, and Eden…would apparently be getting picked up by her driver..
When you’re allowed to see the kitten, Eden bombards the poor vet with questions about her, because apparently it was a girl, health. The vet patiently answers all her questions, and says “she’s already doing much better. We’ll send her to the animal shelter in a few days, where hopefully she’ll find a loving family.”
As the two of you walk out the vet, Eden glances over at you and asks, “I don’t suppose you’re looking for a new pet?
“Err, no, sorry. My family already has several cats, dogs, and a bunny.” Because while your parents would never buy you something like a horse, that didn’t mean they weren’t animal lovers.
“Is that so? What a shame.” With those parting words, she slips into the car waiting for her and disappears down the street.
Ask if you guys are friends: +10 points
“So, um, are we friends?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you cringe internally. Geez, good going, that totally didn’t sound desperate.
Eden quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk snaking its way onto her face. “And what brought this question on?
Scratching the back of your neck sheepishly, you stammer out, “it’s just, I’ve never really seen you interact with anyone other than me.”
At that, the smirk falls off in favor of a frown, a dark look appearing in her eyes. “I have no desire to interact with people who dislike me.” Quietly, she adds, “I’m fine on my own.”
You wonder if she truly believes that, or if it's just what she tells herself. “Well, I’d like us to be friends.”
Her brows furrow, and she opens her mouth to say something, but then clamps it shut, lips pressed tight together as she turns away from you to stare out the window. Rejected. Maybe it was silly of you to think someone like Eden Murphy would want to be friends with you. Maybe she was only interacting with you out of boredom, or because she could tell you had a pathetic crush on her and would probably do whatever she told you.
While you're spiraling internally, the rest of the car ride passes in awkward silence. You’re too mortified to even dare to glance over at Eden. When you arrive at the vet, the nurse asks you and Eden if you’ll be alright getting home. Both of you nod. Your house was only a 10 minute walk from here, and Eden…would apparently be getting picked up by her driver..
When you’re allowed to see the kitten, Eden bombards the poor vet with questions about her, because apparently it was a girl, health. The vet patiently answers all her questions, and says “she’s already doing much better. We’ll send her to the animal shelter in a few days, where hopefully she’ll find a loving family.”
As the two of you walk out the vet, Eden glances over at you and asks, “I don’t suppose you’re looking for a new pet?
“Err, no, sorry. My family already has several cats, dogs, and a bunny. Not to mention I have 3 younger siblings…it’s a bit too crowded”
Eden hums thoughtfully, then she smiles at you, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Is that so? I guess I’ll have to come over sometime. After all, that’s what friends do.” With those parting words, she slips into the car waiting for her, leaving you standing on the curb staring stupidly after her as she disappears down the street.
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Alex
Ask if he takes song requests: -5 points
“Sooo, do you take song requests?” You smile sweetly at him as you ask, but he looks thoroughly unimpressed.
“No.” Without missing a note, he continues to play.
Straight to the point…Well, he didn’t have to be so cold about it.
Huffing, you pout, but continue to listen to him play as you lean back and tilt your head up, gazing absentmindedly at the tiled ceiling.
Ask if he knows any other songs: +5 points
You ask, “do you know any other songs?”
At that, he pauses his playing, hands hovering over the keys. “Why? Does this one bother you?”
In retrospect, you maybe should have considered your wording. Worried you’ve offended him, you splutter and try desperately to backpedal. “No! No, of course not. I just, um, was curious…” You trail off lamely
Thankfully, he isn’t offended. He just shrugs and says, “well, I don’t really like it myself.”
“You said it was your mom’s favorite, right? I guess you play it for her a lot”
Alex flinches at the question. “No…I-” He cuts himself off and is silent for a moment, biting his bottom lip apprehensively as he seems to consider what to say. “It doesn’t matter. Do you have a song you want to hear?”
You suspect he’s just trying to change the topic, but decide to go with it anyway. After all, you never would have expected him to offer. “Well, I would like to hear Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
At that, he snorts, “are you serious? I’m offering to play anything for you and you request Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?” But he doesn’t sound offended. In fact, there is genuine mirth in his eyes, which you only now notice are uncovered, glasses absent.
You pout at his teasing and halfheartedly attempt to defend your song choice. “Hey, it’s for nostalgia! I have this music box that I was obsessed with as a kid that played it.”
“Very well then. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it is.” With that, he begins playing. It’s such a simple tune, yet he manages to make it sound amazing. Humming along, you lean back and tilt your head up, gazing absentmindedly at the tiled ceiling. You wonder what he was going to say about playing Clair de Lune for his mom before he stopped himself…
Ask if he enjoys playing the piano: +10 points
You ask, “do you enjoy playing the piano?”
At that, he pauses his playing, hands hovering over the keys. “Does it seem like I don’t?” He doesn’t look at you, but something in his voice sounds strained.
You wonder if maybe you’ve brought up a topic you shouldn’t have, but you’ve already thrown it out there, so you try to salvage the situation. “Aah, no I’m just curious. My mom tried to get me to learn all sorts of instruments when I was younger, but I sucked at all of them.” You laugh awkwardly,
Ales bites his lip and is silent for a while, seeming to consider how, if at all, to respond to you. You hold your breath, hoping he won’t leave, but somehow you’ve said the right thing to get him to lower his guard. He drops his hands in his lap and sighs, “not really.” At that admission, he glances over at you, and you give what you hope is an encouraging smile. Taking a deep breath, he clenches his fists, nails digging into his thighs, and continues, “my mom was a professional piano player…so I learned it hoping…” He abruptly cuts himself off, slumping down as he forces his hands to relax. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I just play out of habit now.”
You take a moment to process his words. So, he learned it for his mom…to what? Make her happy? Make her proud? In hopes she’d pay attention to him? To earn her love? All potential answers are depressing. You want to ask him if he got what he was hoping for, but judging by his bitter tone, you think you already know the answer. Wanting to cheer him up, you say, “well, I love hearing you play.” And it’s true, you think you could listen to him play Clair de Lune all day and not get sick of it.
For the first time since you entered the room, Alex looks you directly in the eyes, and also for the first time, you realize that he’s not wearing his glasses. He fiddles with the end of his bangs nervously, clearly not used to receiving such praise. “Thanks…is there a song you want me to play?”
You blink in surprise, not expecting him to offer. “Oh, um, you don’t have to,” still, this seemed to be his way of trying to reach out to you, so you decide to take him up on the offer, “but I would like to hear Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”
At that, he snorts, “are you serious? I’m offering to play anything for you and you request Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?” But he doesn’t sound offended. No, there is a genuine smile on his face.
You pout, at his teasing, and you can’t quite tell if the flush of your cheeks is from embarrassment or the way Alex’s eyes seem to shine when he smiles. Willing your face to return to a normal color, you defend your song choice. “Hey, it’s for nostalgia! I have this music box that I was obsessed with as a kid that played it.”
“Very well then. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it is.” With that, he begins playing. You’re sure it sounds great, and if you were paying attention to it, you’re sure it would have reminded you of your childhood. But you’re not listening, because in that moment, all you can focus on is the sight of Alex’s expression, wholly unguarded as he plays, eyes closed and a small, serene smile on his lips.
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... Why is that lame ass question a 10 pointer? 
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Eden and I start off great but now we are slowly turning into foes!
Stannie
♬ honey, im good ♬Ruining my perfect streak cuz Alex is so damn boring!!! 
On the other hand, I've been 4/4 with Eden. Should've picked ha
On the other hand, I've been 4/4 with Eden. Should've picked ha
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"are we friends" is literally a question no one would ask irl... stinker is just watching too much anime
glad my boring answers help me now but i don’t think they will help me later 
are we not girls?I already knew that girls hate me but I never learn
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aren’t you interested in men?yes, and as far as I know you're not romantically interested in me so you're in the hate me list too
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♬ honey, im good ♬yes, and as far as I know you're not romantically interested in me so you're in the hate me list too
Girl, it's a forum! Why would we be romantically interested in anyone??
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♬ honey, im good ♬
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well, the only info we don't have about each other is what we look like, so you're saying you only care about appearances!Girl, it's a forum! Why would we be romantically interested in anyone??
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♬ honey, im good ♬Girl, of course i care about appearances! Im not gonna like someone for their personality if they look like Voldemort!!
Plus, what do you mean the only info??
