(y/p) = Your Pesterchum
You message your crush, nothing other than Jade - Fucking - Harley. She's really adorable, you think, and you feel so lucky that the two of you are at least friends. She's on Pesterchum. You want to tell her, and try to gather up the courage to tell her how you really feel. Here goes.
(y/p): Yo! It's Jade fuckin Harley!
GG: hey!
GG: how is my best buddy? ;D
(y/p): I'm doing alright
(y/p): I have something on my mind though...
GG: what would that be?
(y/p): Uh...
(y/p): My crush :3
GG: ooooooh.
GG: who would that be?
(y/p): I... can't tell you...
GG: aw! why? :(
(y/p): I... Just can't.
(y/p): I'm sorry.
GG: the dots.
GG: youre upset.
(y/p): What?
GG: you only use periods when youre upset...
(y/p): I didn't even notice
GG: :(
(y/p): Okay, okay um...
(y/p): How do I say this?
GG: just say it. ill understand!
(y/p): Shit shit shit shit ummmm...
(y/p): Well... she's really nice, and she's cute, and she has dark hair and wears glasses, and...
GG: she sounds kinda like...
(y/p): You?
GG: yeah!
(y/p): Because...
(y/p): It is you...
-- gardenGnostic [GG] is now an idle chum! --
(y/p): Jade?
GG: yeah, sorry...
GG: um, wow... uhh...
(y/p): It's okay.
(y/p): I'm not even sure if you're single.
GG: i am.
(y/p): You're single?
GG: unless you dont want me to be. c;
(y/p): Wait what.
GG: ugh, im willing to give us a shot, if thats what you want!
(y/p): Oh... Y-Yeah!
You squeal and bounce in your chair, and your chest flutters.
GG: then its official!
GG: i can come over and we can hang out if you want.
(y/p): Sure! Yeah! Oh man! Anytime!
GG: okay! <3
She logs off after that, and you aren't sure what to do. You scramble for something slightly nicer to wear. You don't know what to expect when she gets here. ((Screw it I love writing about girls. :3 I'm sorry I can't help it.)) You didn't even know she swung that way. You shut Pesterchum off and throw on something slightly nicer. It's a kind of nice dress, purple with pink bows on it. You take it off. No, she likes green more, but you don't have a green dress.
