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I hate this chapter bye
2-5-21 | 3282 words I do not have the same views and/or opinions as some of these characters. They, also, aren't perfect representations of the real cc I'm protraying them as (of course, I'm using their personas, but still) in NO way am I stating that Cscoop is homophobic or that Wilbur soots a flaming homosexual. This is fan FICTION so I have something to do while in quarantine.
my writing isn't very good. I understand this, the whole reason for this story is for practice so I can move onto better things. Yes, the plotd gunna have some holes 'n shit. DON'T BE SURPRISED!! Im not a professional nor claim to be!!
On the topic of being bad at storytelling, I will not change something in the story because you dont like it. I'm not making this specially for you, I do not know or care about you, just don't read it! I'm fine with that! _______________________________ -SCHLATT- "Do you think he misses me?" I ask absentmindedly as I watch the trees blur out my window.
"You've only been gone for not even a day, dear." My mother laughs at me. I hug myself tighter.
"I suppose so." I mummer, my leg jostles as we run over another pothole.
"Plus, theres no way in hell I'm letting you miss the rest of the school day, just one more hour, champ. Keep your head up." My mothers unsympathytic words still seem to soothe my worries "I'm sure he'll be elated to see you." I can see her smiling at me through the rear view mirror.
She clears her throat "So, you and Wilbur, you're..?"
"..Best friends? I mean, almost." I mummer. I can hear her quiet 'ah' "Maybe. I haven't asked him yet. Do you ask people that? Or is it, just, something you both have to mutually know and agree on? I hope he knows, it would be emb-"
"Johnny, please, quit your worrying." She chuckles.
"Sorry."
"Hey, what if I get you a treat? Just a little detour. We hardly get to hang out anymore, it'll be nice! Father son bonding, but I'm a woman and you hardly count as a man." My mother chuckles under her breath "Holy shit, I'm funny."
I always liked my mom, yes, call me a pussy, I don't care! "Will you get me hot chocolate?" I ask hopefully.
"I'll get you hot chocolate." She confirms. I feel like a rebel since I just got back from a dentists appointment and I'm already drinking sugar.
