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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, you've done it now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were in the school parking lot when you spotted her from a few spaces over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour Sweet: your longtime crush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that she'd know that, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've had countless classes together, but you've only spoken to her a handful of times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spaghetti is like a raging leviathan, so you've learned to keep it contained by keeping quiet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something in you decided that today was the day to break out of monk-mode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The autism surged from inside you and held you at knife-point, forcing your mouth into action.</span><br />&quot;Hey Sour, are you doing anything later?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound carried farther than you thought it would.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a nice way of saying that everybody heard you and is now staring unblinkingly at you and Sour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly walks over to you, holding a neutral expression until she gets close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when a glower explodes onto her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What exactly are you trying to do here?&quot; she whispers just loud enough for you to hear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to match her in volume to avoid another incident.</span><br />&quot;W-what do you mean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean I want to know what your angle is here! Are you trying to embarrass me as some kind of sick joke?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;N-no, I just wanted to ask you on a date?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You trailed off at the end there, hoping that she wouldn't hear you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your growing terror, it appears as if she's heard you just fine and is considering her options.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes roam over your body judgingly before swiftly returning her gaze to your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll pick me up at my house. I'll decide the restaurant. Got it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unable to muster words, you nod meekly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour steps back from you and quickly switches her expression to one of joy, preparing to indirectly address your audience.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A date? Sure!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Try anything naughty and I'll neuter you with a steak knife.&quot; she says under her breath with a scowl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mood seems to flip once again as she walks away, calling &quot;See you at seven!&quot; over her shoulder.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which brings you to where you are now: having a panic attack in your room while the time of your date draws inexorably closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know Sour Sweet got into Crystal Prep because her family is loaded; you got in on academic scholarship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no way she'll want to be seen in your rusted-red 1987 Chevy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit, what if she chooses an upscale place and you can't foot the bill?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ultimately, it is fear and a strange sense of duty that motivates you to clean yourself, dress yourself in some nice clothes, and begin the drive to Sour's house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't want to flake on a meeting with a girl.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Contrary to your every hope, Sour wasn't waiting outside for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought of dealing with her parents causes you some consternation, but is ultimately a drop in the sea of tension you feel in your gut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You park just on the edge of her driveway, walk to her door, and ring the doorbell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds after pressing it, you can hear footsteps pounding from inside the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door rockets open with Sour Sweet standing there, head turned back into the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-USTHANGINGOUTWITHSOMEFRIENDSBYE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door closes as quickly as it opens, and Sour finally looks to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never before in your life have you been so happy that someone wanted to hide your existence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never before have you stared like a slack-jawed idiot at a girl without saying anything, either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jolt to your senses and prepare what will surely go down as one of the best date-starting lines in history.</span><br />&quot;S-so where did you decide on going?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;smooth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll be going to the Seaside Shack tonight.&quot; she says with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not too bad so far. Despite its name, the shack has very nice seafood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just hope she doesn't expect you to pay for everyth-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll be paying, of course.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;fuck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might just be you, but that smile seems to have a hint of malice now.</span><br />&quot;Suuuuuuuuuuuure.&quot; you nervously reply, &quot;Let's be on our way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the passenger side door for Sour, and you see a look of surprise flash on her face before she hops in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting in on the driver's side, she turns to you with a frown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't need your help, you know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then mutters a &quot;thank you&quot; under her breath, but you can still make it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spirits slightly lifted, you back out of her driveway and head to the Seaside Shack.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The drive is comfortably quiet until about the halfway point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when you remember that most people don't enjoy prolonged silences with people who are supposed to be taking them on dates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe if you spent less mental energy on your internal monologue this wouldn't happen.</span><br />&quot;So what was with you running out of your house like that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour glances towards you before starting with a noncommittal grunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My parents don't like me going on dates without me telling them about it. You didn't give me much time to prepare, you know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her neutral expression slips into the scowl she's well-known for as she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Besides, it's not as if they'd have let me leave in this screaming metal deathtrap. Seriously, it looks like a strong gust could tear it apart.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Little does she know that Mr. Car is sturdy enough to take on a tank and win.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least that's the lie you tell yourself every morning when you drive to school.</span><br />&quot;I-it's a lot sturdier than it looks?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just don't mention the crank windows.</span><br />&quot;Look, the radio still works!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn the radio on, causing a sound not unlike one that could be found in the lowest circles of hell to emit from the speakers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In reality, it's a bad FM talk show mixed with violent static.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shooting a sheepish glance at Sour Sweet, you quickly turn the radio off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;During this exchange you've pulled in to the Seaside Shack's parking lot, which gives you some relief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately after parking you rush out of and around the car to the passenger's side, opening the door for Sour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see her face morph into a smile as she gets out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're such a dork.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It may have been wishful thinking on your part, but you think you detected a joking tone in her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you gormlessly ponder this development, Sour has already walked past you towards the restaurant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aren't you coming?&quot; she yells at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your thoughts from your head, you catch up to Sour and the two of you enter together.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Seaside Shack is a fairly small restaurant with a cozy atmosphere and some of the best seafood in the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hostess at the entrance looks at you disinterestedly before her eyes light up when Sour walks in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, Ms. Sweet! We've had your favorite table prepared for you. Please, come with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give Sour a questioning look in response to the preferential treatment; she replies with a smug grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hostess leads you to a private-looking booth toward the back of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Sour take your seats, and the hostess takes her leave, saying that a server will be by soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beginning to ask for a menu, you stop yourself when you find one already at your seat. Sour has one in front of her as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour predicts the question you have on your lips and explains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My father gave the owner the loan he needed to open this place, so they treat me like a princess.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently not THAT much like a princess; you'll still be paying for this at the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also, hooray for more reminders that Sour's family is loaded beyond your wildest hopes and dreams. Your insecurities were getting hungry anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shove your pessimistic thoughts to the back of your mind and initiate small talk about your mutual classes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She actually seems pretty interested; there's only a small break in the conversation when you order your appetizers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More accurately, when Sour orders her appetizer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A waitress delivers a plate of clams to your table and all speech from your date immediately stops as she tears into the bivalve with ferocity usually reserved for a pack of wolves ripping apart a fawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes you kind of wish you had ordered your own appetizer so you wouldn't be stuck staring at Sour like the world's most socially awkward life-sized wax figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You settle for wondering how she's able to eat those clams that quickly, as you've never even had clams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually Sour breaks out of her food trance and realizes that you're still there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her expression turns legitimately apologetic, and she lightly pushes her plate of clams toward you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry about that. Would you like one?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure, I'd love to try eating clam!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour goes stiff and her face goes slightly pink for reasons you can't comprehend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, she neglected to give you the fork she was using, so you'll have to do this the hard way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Prying the shell open with your hands, you attempt to worm your tongue inside the shell to retrieve the flesh inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's far too slippery to maneuver easily, so you end up flailing your tongue around inside the clam for a good minute before you finally get the prize inside into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set the empty shell alongside Sour's, and turn to address the girl herself.</span><br />&quot;You know, that was a lot better than I thought?it?would?.be?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sour's face has gone from slightly pink to completely red, and her hands are trembling as they grip the tablecloth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice jolts her out of her flustered state and her expression shifts to her trademark mock-kindness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought you remembered the rule for our date, silly: try anything naughty, and I'll neuter you with a steak knife. And while I may not have one at this exact moment-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A waiter drops off yours and Sour Sweet's main courses: a swordfish steak for her and shrimp fettuccine alfredo for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ordered the first pasta dish you saw because your internal monologue thought it would be hilarious, not because you thought you were actually going to unintentionally drop your spaghetti everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-now I do.&quot;</span></div></div>




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