mydadsabitch

[mydadsabitch]

“You kiddin’? You couldn’t attract a fly to that place with a thousand watt light bulbs and week old rotting meat. Hatchetfield, now this is the place you never return from.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

[Stephanie can’t help but let out a chuckle at how deadpan serious Peter’s reaction was.]

“Clivesdale… the worst part about Hatchetfield is that to leave, you gotta go across the bridge, and straight through them.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“No Pete, so much worse… they ADMIRE them! They SWOON over them, and then, most dastardly and sinful of all… they pick, the cherries.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

[Steph leans over the table.]

“Oh yeah, Pete. To Clivesdale. Straight to the ass crack of the state, damn ‘em all to an eternity of cherry tree festivals and dry news commentary.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Damn you all to Clivesdale!”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“… maybe you’re right. Spooky ghosts on their ghost phones leaving ghost reviews of how enjoyable the place is to haunt… fuck you spirits.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

[Stephanie takes a sip of her barely hot coffee. At least the order was correct, unlike when she got it at Starbucks.]

“I wonder how this place gets such great reviews? Is there like, an actually functioning coffee shop in the back I don’t know about?”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Mm, high class, got it… would any of these high class individuals who wear bow ties happen to be from, say, this century? Or are they all old white dudes that probably still breathe out cigar smoke after not having touched one in 10 years?”

[Their drinks finally arrive, Stephanie just smiles politely.]

“… literally, the longest wait I’ve ever had.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

[She nods, looking down at the table a bit embarrassed, but still smiling.]

“Yeah, old timey shit. Look- I don’t know anybody else who wears a bow tie and suspenders who’s not yelling at kids to get off their lawns, or complaining about how young folks don’t wanna work or some shit.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“I can work with that, thank god. Looking at you I would’ve assumed the Ink Spots or some old timey shit like that but, that’s why this is kinda fun. I’ve made a lot of subconscious assumptions about you over the years, and I have no idea what information I know if what I’ve been told, or just my imagination.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“I’ll lead you down the path of bands. So, starting with the most basic, Queen. Can’t go wrong. Then Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and then pretty obscure, I Don’t Know How But They Found Me. Yes, that’s the name of the band.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Good lead, nice attention to detail, but I wouldn’t say that’s my style anymore. That shirts like 2 years old now, and thankfully I think my tastes have gotten, better. Not like, classy and snobby and shit, just better.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Oh- they did the birdhouse one! I fuck with that. ~Not to put too fine a point on it, say i’m the only bee in your bonnet.~ yeah, they’re cool… alright, who do you THINK I listen to? Be totally honest, I think it’ll be funny, both if you’re right or wrong.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“I think that’s a little hard but, they could definitely pick up the pace… whatever. Anyways, what kind of music are you into? A good playlist is one mostly unimportant but definitely helpful chunk of the key into my heart.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Hours? That is crazy… fuckin’ service here sucks. The coffee’s not even the greatest, but y’know, shop local and all. Don’t wanna single handedly buy the CEO of Starbucks a new suit, or whatever.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Ew, is he a psycho or something? Hey, if he’s taking donations for tastebud surgery to fix his awful preference, I’ve got some spending money I could let go of…”

[She glances at her phone to see the time.]

“Aaaaaaand, Starbucks would have had my drink ready by now, but then again, they always fuck it up.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.

[mydadsabitch]

“Ah, well their sandwiches are atrocious but, what would you expect from a coffee shop. I actually never tried the hot chocolate. I start the coffees mostly for drinks. Not much of a tea drinker either.”

@mydadsabitch [And so, Max was dead. Grace almost forgot to grab her WWJD bracelet, which would have been bad, but catastrophe had been avoided. Not much else had changed over the past 2 weeks, aside from the nerds slowly but surely assimilating with the popular crowd, which was honestly cool to see. It was the night of the big game, and Steph had a watching buddy this time around. That was nice, genuinely. Peter had asked if it was a date, because of course he’d want to label it and analyze it in such a way… she was happy to call it whatever made him more comfortable. And so, she found herself sitting out on the bleachers at least half an hour early, popcorn and soda in hand, waiting for her algebra desk buddy turned accessory to murder turned possibly date to arrive.]

[ Pete makes his way to the bleachers, muttering apologies to people as he bumps into them trying to get up to Stephs seat. He waves as he gets closer, backpack still hanging on his back. The sounds of his sneakers clicking against the metal as he moves, sitting down next to Stephanie. It wouldn’t take a genius to see how nervous he was. ]

Hey, Steph.