Hey Hey A Lil Reminder That This Exists! It's Still Open For Submissions, And Also For Ideas What To

Hey hey a lil reminder that this exists! It's still open for submissions, and also for ideas what to do with the submissions xD I may have just wanted to get the answers but have no idea what to do with them 😅 So if any of you have ideas do let me know because I want to share these with you all since they're all good!!!

I made something :D

Google Docs

not so secret project/post

Hihi, it's me, Lemmi! Soooooo I wanna make something and I need some insight/answers from you guys! You don't have to answer all of them,

Please fill it out if you can, no worries about any information getting to me, I only see your answers.

I'm gonan use this for something later on :D

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Heyyy, so I need a lil distraction from life right now, so how about we do a lil QnA!!! Just send me an ask with a question and I'll try to answer :)

We’re not late

Part 3

~MASTERLIST~

You were ready before either of your parents, waiting at the door for them to do their last finishing touches. “I feel like being late has more of an impact on their impression of us than a little water.” You swiped seamlessly on your phone, probably for the last time for a few hours, since your parents weren’t allowing you to take it with you. Something about manners or some shit. “Oh slow down. We’ve still got plenty of time. We’ve got 15 minutes, plus the walk is barely a minute.” said your mother. As always, she was the last to be done. 11 of those 15 minutes you still had were spent still waiting, 7 of them with your father. 

“Why do you get to take your phone with you but I don’t?” felt kinda hypocritical. “Because I need to be reachable if anything happens.” “So do I.” you try to defend yourself, to which your father chuckles. “Honey, you have a maximum of 5 contacts. Me and your mother are 2, your grandmother and grandfather are 2 more, and the last one is your aunt.” Touché, father. Touché. “Stop it, Chris“ your mother finally showed up. “There you are, Mary” You’re stood up now, setting your phone on the kitchen counter, plugged into the charger. “Yes, yes, I know.” 

You finally left the house approximately 2 minutes before you were supposed to be there. Your parents were always the type to cut it close. You walked a few feet over, past the fence between properties and along the driveway, up to their front door. You stood in a neat line, your father to the left, then your mother and then you.  As your father was closest to the doorbell, he was the one who rang it. It only took half a minute for the hallway light to turn on, the door to unlock and open. “Oh, hello. Please, come in.” Of course he had to be the one who opened the door. It got you a closer, better look at him. 

He was taller than you, dark hair bordering between black and dark brown. He looked at both of your parents as they stepped inside, then to you. He had a look in his eyes that screamed he was up to something, accompanied by a smirk. He closed the door behind you as you stepped in, then led you all to the dining room. Their house was much grander than yours, a set of curving stairs in the entryway, leading up. The dining room was in between the living room and kitchen, quarter walls separating them from one another.

“Welcome, welcome. Please, have a seat. Dinner will be ready in a moment.” Said the woman in the kitchen, his mother probably. Thing was, you had no idea who of the two parents was the mayor. The table had 8 chairs, 3 on the long sides and 1 on the short sides. Your father pulled out a chair for your mother, and the boy pulled one out for you. You looked at him with suspicion, but he only smiled. You didn’t trust that smile. Yet for the sake of politeness, you nodded as thanks and sat down. 

The dinner itself was fine, you found out his mom was the mayor, which was a welcome surprise. Your parents and his talked mostly amongst themselves, leaving you to stare down at your plate as you ate. The one time you did look up, you were faced with Simon, as you found out his name was. Of course he had sat in front of you. When you looked up, he was already looking at you. The unexpectedness of it, plus the question of how long he had been staring made you look back down at your plate and take a sip of your drink. You peeked back at him, seeing him once again smirk, as if he had planned it and was reeling in the fact he succeeded.

Dinner passed fast, a few more of those incidents happening once or twice. You were honestly barely paying attention to the conversation between the adults, until your mother nudged you. “You okay?” she asked, and you nodded. “Oh, you must be bored, huh? Why don’t you two go up to Simon’s room? I’m sure you’ll find something more entertaining to do than this boring conversation.” Never in your life did you think you’d want to punch the Mayor in the face. President and other authority maybe, but never the Mayor. Because now you had to go up to his room with him, otherwise this’d become awkward, plus your parents would force you to go either way.

So, very reluctantly, you got up and followed him. His room was up the stairs and down a short hallway. He opened the door for me, and the first thing I was greeted with was a step. Extremely weird, if you ask me. After almost tripping, barely noticing fast enough, you stepped into his room. It was kind of empty. He had his bed, a desk with a fancy pc setup, another step/platform thing with some instruments, and a shelf. You could see the window he was sitting at earlier that day, and on the floor you spotted a wet spot in the carpet. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” he asked from behind you. You turned to face him. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed. “Matter of fact, I am.” you responded with a smirk of your own. “Mind telling me how I’ll explain the random stain to my mom?” You pretended to think for a second. “Could always tell her you pissed yourself.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that?” he pretended to be shocked. “Because you’re a dumbass.” you said and sat down at the end of his bed. 

“I bet your friends love you” the sarcasm was palpable. He sat down across from you in his office chair. “They do, actually. Do yours?” you asked. “Oh shoot, wait, I forgot you don’t have any.” He shook his head. “You are unbelievable. But you’re not boring, I’ll give you that.” You bowed your head in courtesy, however much you could sitting down. “i know we have this whole rivalry going on, but…” he trailed off. You motioned for him to keep going. “You got a discord or something? If not, your number works too.” he said, winking at you.  “I don’t have my phone with me.” you were actually glad about it now. “Why?” “Parents wouldn’t let me.” “Well I have a pen and paper.” 

He spun his chair around, drumming his fingers on his desk as he looked for a sticky note of sorts. He started scribbling on it for a minute, clicking around on his computer a bit. When he was finished he turned back to you, stood up, walked to you and extended the sticky note to you. You took it, on it were various usernames and ways to contact him. “Don’t expect anything.” You then, through a spur of the moment decision, dropped the paper down your shirt. It was as if you were on autopilot, though you had never done that before. 

You caught him off guard, yourself too honestly, and his eyes widened. He inhaled, and you swore you heard a small “Okay”. This time it was you who smirked.

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Hi!

I just wanted to ask if I could be added to the tag list

Your work is just amazing!

(Forgive me for any grammar mistakes.. English is not my firs language and I’m still learning..)

Of course you can be!! :D

y'all the masterlist for We're not friends. will be my 420th post :)

hehehe

Ok so I am currently working on a fic (on google docs) and I don't know how to post it, so I wanna ask you guys.

My dilemma: This fic can be divided into small 'parts', which I feel would be too small to be chapters, but I think the full text would potentially have some timejumps if posted as one.

The small parts I could post as I write them, but I don't know how long the gap between parts may be, as I don't know how my motivation will be.

If I post it as one fic, of course you'll all have to wait until it is finished, which could take just as long.

If you have any other ideas please do let me know!!!

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