- >Be Anon
- >Be deeply in love with Apple Fritter
- >But you call her Frittsy
- >You can tell she doesn't like the name, but she never corrects you
- >One of the reasons why you fell in love in the first place
- >High school seemed like it was yesterday
- >Nostalgia, pls go
- >Wake up one day
- >Today's the day you do it
- >No pussying out
- >You travel to her farm, just outside of the city
- >She started developing it with AJ shortly after she graduated
- >You helped her get through the cold winters that have been getting harsher yearly
- >In exchange, she stops by, giving you some fresh baked fritters.
- >Then, she'd give you the usual kiss in the forehead and drive off in her rickety jeep
- >Get to her farm
- >She's picking apples in a small orchard, aside the red and silver barn
- >Barland was planted on the opposing side, where her bedroom was
- >She said it was so he can watch over her and vice-versa
- >You'd think she'd be a hippie like Flutters
- >Infact, she thinks hippies are varmit
- >Classic Frittsy
- >You enter through the green fencing, infront of a small sign that read 'Apple Fritters Acre'
- >Still a horrible name
- A. Go to barn
- B. Go to Frittsy
- C. Sneak up behind her
- >Take it easy
- >Don't wanna have a recap of High school
- >You knock on the sign, alerting her
- >She waves, acknowledging you
- >She slowly decends the ladder
- >You can make out faint words from her approaching from orchard
- >Hell, you can barely even make out what she's wearing
- >Picnic blanket colored button down, or some shit
- >“...Been a while since you been here!"
- "More like a month! "
- >“Whateva'"
- >Her accent has hardened since you were here last
- >She Eventually reaches the gate, letting you in
- >With a smooch of course
- >You help her pick the trees in the small orchard
- >You've tried them before. They're...decent.
- >After picking the last apple, you head over to a bench, resting
- A. Talk
- B. Rest
- C. Other
- >She joins you shortly after
- >You rest your head on the table
- >Fucking bright out today.
- >She pats you on the back, facing outward on the bench
- >She gets up
- >She was always more full of energy than you
- "Where you goin'? "
- >“Cooler. Ta' get some cider. You must be exhausted"
- >She's perfect
- >You close your eyes and rest
- >Oh shit right
- >The ring
- >You reach into your pocket
- >Its there, in the box
- >You fumble around with it
- >You've been meaning to do this for s while now this for a while..
- >You go over your lines like an actor
- >She comes back from the cooler with some fizzy apple cider, handing you a bottle
- >You hastily gulp it down
- >Refreshing
- Wat do?
- >You dispose of your empty bottle and lead Fritters over to Barland
- >He's really grown over the years
- >Almost as tall as you
- >You tell Fritters to close her eyes
- >She hesitates, but follows command
- >Spaghetti, go wai,pls
- >Now's not the time
- >You get on your knees
- >Pull out the box
- >Open it
- >And now..
- “You can open 'em now."
- >She opens her eyes, immediately being redirected to the ring
- “Will yo-"
- >She blushes
- >The Spaghetti is mutual
- >Not saying a word she plants the familiar kiss on your forehead
- >“Yes."
- End.
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