Quoted By: >>68141590 >>68141693
>>68138207
this took longer than expected
>Alright, Gertrude. Okay. You’ve practiced. Remember those ice-breakers you looked up on your phone. Ask him what his favorite music is.
>Her brow furrows. Hnngh, what if it’s rap? She doesn’t know anything about rap!
>She shakes her head, scowling. Focus. You got this. The worst he would do is say no, go away. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d make fun of you. In fact, why would he make fun of you?
>He’s gotta be into you. He mentioned wanting to hang out with a gator girl last week in the hallway, with that hunky Dilo. You’re the only crocodilian in St Hammond.
>You just gotta sit down and get to know him. Then, you’ll find something that will make you start feeling something for him too! O-other than the desperation.
>Then you’ll finally have a boyfriend.
>Remember, he wants you more than you want him. You’re safe. You’re NOT the desperate one.
>Gertie smiles at herself in the bathroom mirror at the prospect of finally hitting a social milestone for once in her life since puberty. The ghastly sight leering back at her almost instantly dashes all of those runaway hopes.
>She seals her lips (as well as she was able to). Closed lips only.
>Standing up straight - or, rather, as straight as is possible for her hunched stature - she pushes open the bathroom door into the near-silence of her usual free period haunt: the school library. She likes it here, it’s got a lot of bonsues. Not many other people, there are couches to sit on instead of just undersized chairs, it’s quiet enough to focus… well stocked young adult section…
>...Okay, it was mostly the young adult section. They’re cheesy, but the romances in it make her feel all fuzzy inside. She thinks that the librarians started stocking more love stories once they noticed she’d read most of them by Junior year. Probably not true, but… it’s a happy thought, so she wants to believe it.
continued
this took longer than expected
>Alright, Gertrude. Okay. You’ve practiced. Remember those ice-breakers you looked up on your phone. Ask him what his favorite music is.
>Her brow furrows. Hnngh, what if it’s rap? She doesn’t know anything about rap!
>She shakes her head, scowling. Focus. You got this. The worst he would do is say no, go away. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d make fun of you. In fact, why would he make fun of you?
>He’s gotta be into you. He mentioned wanting to hang out with a gator girl last week in the hallway, with that hunky Dilo. You’re the only crocodilian in St Hammond.
>You just gotta sit down and get to know him. Then, you’ll find something that will make you start feeling something for him too! O-other than the desperation.
>Then you’ll finally have a boyfriend.
>Remember, he wants you more than you want him. You’re safe. You’re NOT the desperate one.
>Gertie smiles at herself in the bathroom mirror at the prospect of finally hitting a social milestone for once in her life since puberty. The ghastly sight leering back at her almost instantly dashes all of those runaway hopes.
>She seals her lips (as well as she was able to). Closed lips only.
>Standing up straight - or, rather, as straight as is possible for her hunched stature - she pushes open the bathroom door into the near-silence of her usual free period haunt: the school library. She likes it here, it’s got a lot of bonsues. Not many other people, there are couches to sit on instead of just undersized chairs, it’s quiet enough to focus… well stocked young adult section…
>...Okay, it was mostly the young adult section. They’re cheesy, but the romances in it make her feel all fuzzy inside. She thinks that the librarians started stocking more love stories once they noticed she’d read most of them by Junior year. Probably not true, but… it’s a happy thought, so she wants to believe it.
continued