Anonymous Sat 08 Jun 2024 22:02:49 No.66439939 Report

Quoted By: >>66440034 >>66440618 >>66440901

>>66439923
https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/66215219/#66216548
The prequel to this, where after building up a relationship of contestant back and forth bickering over menial shit with Anon and subconsciously looking out for his well-being fooling even herself with the thinly veiled disguise of scolding, Trish realizes her feelings for him and tries to confess, only to be blueballed and interrupted at the last second

Anonymous Sat 08 Jun 2024 22:32:47 No.66440901 Report

Quoted By: >>66441113

>>66439939
>Another auditorium lunch date and another passive aggressive argument the bald skinnie that seems to have cancerously attached himself to the band. Another one of no real meaning. I'm really getting into the pattern of this.
>"Trish I'm telling you that video is real." his entire sentence absolutely slathered in exasperation.
>"Mhm sure." I fire back, no sincerity to be found
>He lets out a deep sigh leaning back into his seat. I think to myself a moment why I even started this fight this time. I honestly can't remember but I know for certain I'm winning it.
>"Let me know when you find some proof of that." I point at his phone, reaching across him.
>His eyelids are only half open, open disdain and anger focused into a single glare. I accept it wholly as I know he has no retort here.
>I smugly smile at him. He simply shakes his head no before attempting to go back to his business. For some unknown reason I don't feel that he's had enough pestering for today. I prod at him, physically as well as emotionally. My finger poking his chest. I catch his pec, noticeably firmer than I'd thought it would be.
>"Failing your classes yet?" I attack
>He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching into a firm chiseled line. "What? You offering to tutor me or something?" his weak attempt at banter sets me up perfectly
>"You couldn't afford me." I tease him, folding my arms and pushing my smug smile into overdrive.
>He rolls his eyes hard enough to move his head, tilting it away from me clearly wanting to end the conversation. A small twitch in me won't let it go today. I'm not exactly certain what's happening but I don't deny the feeling.
>"No no I'm honestly curious now. How're you faring?"
>Anon makes eye contact again and notes that I am being at least somewhat sincere here and humors me, the saint.
>"I'm doing alright now."
>"Now?" the word sticks out to me
cont.

Anonymous Sat 08 Jun 2024 22:40:56 No.66441113 Report

Quoted By: >>66441174

>>66440901
>"Yeah I was failing music for a bit there but Fang's tutoring me. They're quite the teacher you know." I get unreasonably upset at this. What's up with me today? Pull yourself together Trish.
>I manage to not snap at him but instead take a second to recollect myself. "Really? Even math?"
>Anon shoots a quick finger up at Reed who's fiddling with the projector. "He's making sure of that." Yeah I could probably fill in for him in that regard.
>I pour over that thought again. Why did I think that? I fully step back and reassess. I really want to keep hanging around this skinnie? Why?
>I glance over to Anon who's cocked an eyebrow up at me now. I really actually look at him for a moment, trying to glean what's going on here. My heart skips a second as I do.
>Oh...
>He's bald, firstly but he's not ugly. His face is rigid and strong, chin pointed and firm. I trace the shape down further. His neck thin and manly, adam's apple protruding. I keep moving down. Wide shoulders, visible cleanly through his horrid jacket. Firm arms, not too thick not too spindly. Strong hands too.
>I pull myself away from gawking at the boy. Really Trisha? Him? I glance back, he's doing his best to ignore me, looking at his phone again now.
>I sit staring forward a moment. I imagine a scenario where I'm teasing Anon again. It's pleasant. I think about him coming to me for math tutoring on a day Reed is out for whatever reason. I'm excited to be there with him. I imagine him taking his hand and gently wrapping it around my waist. I blush.
>I close my eyes a moment. Shit, this is bad. I look over to him once more, he's immersed in whatever he's watching now.
>I swallow and consider my options. Like hell I'm just going to fall head over heels for him. I ponder a bit and come to the conclusion. I'll just roll this teasing thing into a dating teasing thing, lay some compliments in then go from there. I take a deep breath.
>"Hey skinnie."
cont. one more.

Anonymous Sat 08 Jun 2024 22:43:21 No.66441174 Report

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>>66441113
>His eyes shut before reopening and looking up to me, pausing a video. He's so very tired of this but won't say it yet.
>"You know you're not really that-" I'm cut off by Reed calling out.
>"BROS! It's alive!" I look over to him
>Reed has managed to fully resurrect the partially broken projector, it's lens displaying on the curtains on stage.
>Shit there goes my momentum. I turn to Anon "Uh, nevermind. You wanna get in on that?" I point a thumb behind me to Reed.
>"Uh, sure." he shrugs at me. I feel rather disappointed but I suppose there's always another time.

Fin.

>>66440041
Said I'd do this and I will, last one for today.