"H-Hi...?" you reply, half-questioning if it was just your imagination. Nothing happens. You shake your head. 'I must be hearing things...,' you think, and keep walking.
From Create Your Own Story
m (Created page with '"H-Hi...?" you reply, half-questioning if it was just your imagination. Nothing happens. You shake your head. 'I must be hearing things...,' you think, and keep walking. Eventual…') |
m |
||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
| - | "H-Hi...?" you reply, half-questioning if it was just your imagination. Nothing happens. You shake your head. 'I must be hearing things...,' you think, and keep walking. Eventually, you come across a blonde-haired man with glasses, and bright blue eyes. He is obviously looking for something, or someone. You decide that helping him find whatever, or whoever he was looking for would pay off somehow. You walk up to him and wave. "Hello, have you lost something? If so, could I possibly help you?" you ask, in a tone that reminds you of a Walmart employee. He looks at you and smiles. "Yeah, I | + | "H-Hi...?" you reply, half-questioning if it was just your imagination. Nothing happens. You shake your head. 'I must be hearing things...,' you think, and keep walking. Eventually, you come across a blonde-haired man with glasses, and bright blue eyes. He is obviously looking for something, or someone. You decide that helping him find whatever, or whoever he was looking for would pay off somehow. You walk up to him and wave. "Hello, have you lost something? If so, could I possibly help you?" you ask, in a tone that reminds you of a Walmart employee. He looks at you and smiles. "Yeah dude, I can't find my little bro, Matthew. The dude gets forgotten easily, and sometimes people can't even see him," the man explains. You are a tad confused by what he meant. "Well, let's hope so," you reply. He smiles at you. "By the way dude, my name's Alfred," he said, tossing the baseball that he had been holding into the air, and then catching it. "My name is (Y/N)," you reply. "Dude, wanna come with me to my place, and hang out?" he asks, trying to sound cool. |
What happens? | What happens? | ||
Revision as of 02:37, 31 January 2011
"H-Hi...?" you reply, half-questioning if it was just your imagination. Nothing happens. You shake your head. 'I must be hearing things...,' you think, and keep walking. Eventually, you come across a blonde-haired man with glasses, and bright blue eyes. He is obviously looking for something, or someone. You decide that helping him find whatever, or whoever he was looking for would pay off somehow. You walk up to him and wave. "Hello, have you lost something? If so, could I possibly help you?" you ask, in a tone that reminds you of a Walmart employee. He looks at you and smiles. "Yeah dude, I can't find my little bro, Matthew. The dude gets forgotten easily, and sometimes people can't even see him," the man explains. You are a tad confused by what he meant. "Well, let's hope so," you reply. He smiles at you. "By the way dude, my name's Alfred," he said, tossing the baseball that he had been holding into the air, and then catching it. "My name is (Y/N)," you reply. "Dude, wanna come with me to my place, and hang out?" he asks, trying to sound cool.
What happens?
