So, I had this dream.

[challenger410]

I'm the only person who hasn't posted on this topic. > I ruined it

[tobiii1004]

You'll get in the story sooner or later chall. xD

[GoldenLynx54]

Tobii will the dinner party have cookies? I want cookies.

[skynoms]

Metazard wrote:

skynoms wrote:

_PyroManXx_ wrote:It would be nice if we all could get together in real life. But Skype is the next best thing.

Let's not.

Too much money

No. I just don't like any of you.

[mattjtv]

skynoms wrote:No. I just don't like any of you.

Well... why do you stay then xD

[skynoms]

mattjtv wrote:

skynoms wrote:No. I just don't like any of you.

Well... why do you stay then xD

Stay on what? The forums? The server? Both? Because I like playing on the server, I have gemu/neko/nayr/tig on it. I come on the forums less than once a week or two. I'm always like: Ugh I want to see what drama is happening.. but if I go on.. I'll just get angry.
LOL. Me before getting on now: Ok, Sky. Do not reply to anything. Just meander your way through, log off, and run.
But then I see silver's drawings and people replied to me and I just have to have the common courtesy to reply back.
ALSO. I DON'T HAVE TO JUSTIFY WHY I COME ON.

[mattjtv]

What is there to get angry about?

[skynoms]

mattjtv wrote:What is there to get angry about?

I get annoyed by just looking at everyone's posts and then that makes me angry. I have a quick reaction to BS... That or I just get annoyed very easily online. FFFFF YOU ARE HINDERING ME FROM MAKING TEA. GO TO BED.

[GoldenLynx54]

skynoms wrote:

mattjtv wrote:What is there to get angry about?

I get annoyed by just looking at everyone's posts and then that makes me angry. I have a quick reaction to BS... That or I just get annoyed very easily online. FFFFF YOU ARE HINDERING ME FROM MAKING TEA. GO TO BED.

That sounds like me playing Quake Craft. I start playing, but then I got so into it and angry at every player who gibbs me.

[tobiii1004]

Daydream Part Three.
So at this point, Emma and I are running clumsily, trying desperately to meet up with Matt. I check my black watch to see how long I've been gone, and the poor kid has been waiting for about 20 minutes.

We're approaching the lobby where Matt's sitting, waiting. Gasping for air, we slow down, strolling to the rendezvous point. I can tell Emma's excited to meet Matt, and by the looks of it, I'm still excited to see him, and I've already met the guy at this point.

Our lively chatter slowed and stopped as we got nearer and nearer to the boy.

"Listen," I instruct with a giggling smile.

Emma looks at me, curious, but turns her ear forward anyway.

After a moment of silence passed, our ears tune themselves to the fine noise reaching out from a distance.

A change in my expression clarifies that I hear Matt's voice. It must be pretty recognizable.

But what's this?

I'm hearing something else.

Another guy, maybe. He's ... laughing. So is Matt. But the two of them are hysterically laughing, without end.

My heart races. It must be another one. But which one is it?

Realizing we're about to be seen, I yank Emma and myself behind a potted plant. She lets out a muffled yelp. I put a finger to her lips. We crouch there, like hiding schoolgirls, giggling.

As we peek our heads from behind the fronds of the plant, I see Matt, doubled over in hysterics. His long red hair shimmers as it moves, shaken by his violent laughter. I see a long, tan hand slap his back, like a good friend, and a glimpse of an extremely tall guy, with a happy light in his eyes, visible from afar.

My brain hasn't made the connection yet, but apparently Emma's has.

She leaps up, dress askew, dark hair flying in strands everywhere. The mysterious stranger looks over to her, startled and suprised.

"Chall!" She screams.

Then I almost fall over, I'm in so much shock.

I leap up the same way she does, and run. My heels make quick clopping sounds as I dash across the tiles to meet my friend. I'm inches away from him and I grab his wrist, complete with black watch. I flip it over.

Exactly as Emma said.

"Challenger410", written in bolded red letters. I look up. Smile.

"ROBBY!" I practically scream in his face, as I wrap my arms around him and tackle him in a huge hug. But as I look up into his face, arms still wrapped around his middle, he's confused. Very, very confused.

"Sorry," he laughs. His cheeks burn vibrant pink, embarassed. "But, who are you?"

I look at him, mouth agape. I've got the most incredulous look on my face. I cannot possibly believe that he doesn't know who I am. I look away a little, slightly irked as I shove my black watch at him, turned over, my pink name facing him.

"I'm just kidding," He says, a huge grin spreading across his face, from ear to ear. It's the most ridiculous smile, lopsided, but lovable. It's obvious now that he's kidding, although the punchline of the joke hasn't yet been revealed. I laugh, a sigh of relief washing over me. But he hasn't yet said my name, so I wonder if he doesn't know who I am after all. I offer him the watch again.

He pushes it away.

"What's up, Tobes."

And that's when I know everything's just fine.