Let me paint you a picture, you *plop* into the passenger's seat of a roofless jeep, your heartbeat racing the car you're in as the left turn you're hitting practically flips the car over. He pulls the car into the handicapped parking space in front of the shake shack, stealing it away from the elderly lady you're too pained to make eye contact with. You're about to yell at the guy on your right, you haven't even looked at him yet with all the craziness in the past fifteen seconds, but you go blank as you see a jawline that was chiseled out of granite staring back at you from over a sweaty jersey.
"Let's go, I'm starving."He takes off his jersey and changes into a neat black t-shirt, lets his hair down, and before you realize you've gone all goo goo ga ga he's already calling at you from the door, "you coming or what?" You grab at a ghost handle finding nothing but an empty palm and start to think what else is missing from this picture as you begin making your way inside - BUT, before you do, you notice a black bag with your name on it. You put it in your purse because you're starving and this looks like it could be a pleasurable enough experience. Who can argue with milkshakes, burgers, and fries (and a really good time)?
He's sitting at the booth, and you sit across from him. "Football?" you ask, hinting at the cleats he's wearing, and happens to be resting next to your purse on the booth seat beside you.
"Oh yeah, Quarterback." He gestures like he's throwing a football, and you're not sure if he's more into the fantasy he just flashed through in his head, or you. You're about to ask him about it, but he starts taking off his cleats and airing out his feet, as he asks you to grab him a milkshake while he texts his friends.
"Of course," you say, "anything else I can grab for you?"
"Yeah, grab yourself a water." A Pause. "The cup kind, not the bottle!" What an environmentalist.
You smile, as you grab your things and make your way to the door. He didn't even notice you grabbing your stuff. You're walking out the door. Wow, what a los- AHHHH!
You *plop* into the passenger's seat of a roofless jeep, your heartbeat racing the car you're in as the left turn you're hitting practically flips the car over. He pulls the. . Wait what? You can't tell if you hit your head, or the dizziness is messing with it, but you're in this car. Deja vu. You lock eyes with a grandma who's realizing she now has to circle another 20 minutes looking for a parking space, and when she does she'll have to walk all the way back to grab her milkshake. You've done this already. What? What's going on?!
"You coming or what?" There's that little black bag again. You decide to open it up. What's this? You pull out a bunch of metal pieces, but there's a note inside. [What's the Contradiction?] Ummmm. . . Wierd. As you're hopping out of the car, you notice his high school yearbook on the floor Class of 2014. . .
"Hey can you grab my spare battery and bring it with you, my phone is on low battery!"
Ugh FUCK! Not this shit again. I may have missed out on high school dates, but I've graduated and left that behind. Last time you tried to leave you found yourself back at the start of things, you need to find your way out. What to do? You go inside, grab the water on the way to the booth. "Here you go," you say.
"And the battery?"
"Oh I forgot it," you say, your bag just a tad bit heavier.
"Oh no problem," he says, getting up and scooting next to you. Before you can say anything his arm's around you and he's already talking, "more time for us to get to know each other." You can feel his eyes sizing you up, his hand already thinking where it might drop. "I feel this will be fun."
"Can I get a milkshake?" you ask.
"Cheap price to pay, sure."
You can't tell if he's talking about for the milkshake, or for you. Is this flirting you dare to consider, but no, no way.
"Can I get the big one" You ask. You see he obviously misheard, and you clarify. He flashes a platinum amex credit card, mom and dad are paying for tonight I see, mr. independent.
He scoots to let you out, and you let him know you're going to the bathroom.
As you're waiting to order you pull out the black bag, and read the slip again. [What's the Contradiction.] You need to figure this out, now. It could be referring to ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. He's a douche but he ridiculously attractive, but are those ever too far apart. He's immature, he's tall, he's spending his parents' money, he graduated high school. All random facts about something I know nothing about. This is useless.
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If you're reading this I will be adding more to this tomorrow, but if you happen to answer the riddle, then comment it or send your answer to me! Also, let me know what you think about it! I think I'm going to experiment with games more, so it's interactive, I just need to figure out how to do that through a blog post haha
"Let's go, I'm starving."He takes off his jersey and changes into a neat black t-shirt, lets his hair down, and before you realize you've gone all goo goo ga ga he's already calling at you from the door, "you coming or what?" You grab at a ghost handle finding nothing but an empty palm and start to think what else is missing from this picture as you begin making your way inside - BUT, before you do, you notice a black bag with your name on it. You put it in your purse because you're starving and this looks like it could be a pleasurable enough experience. Who can argue with milkshakes, burgers, and fries (and a really good time)?
He's sitting at the booth, and you sit across from him. "Football?" you ask, hinting at the cleats he's wearing, and happens to be resting next to your purse on the booth seat beside you.
"Oh yeah, Quarterback." He gestures like he's throwing a football, and you're not sure if he's more into the fantasy he just flashed through in his head, or you. You're about to ask him about it, but he starts taking off his cleats and airing out his feet, as he asks you to grab him a milkshake while he texts his friends.
"Of course," you say, "anything else I can grab for you?"
"Yeah, grab yourself a water." A Pause. "The cup kind, not the bottle!" What an environmentalist.
You smile, as you grab your things and make your way to the door. He didn't even notice you grabbing your stuff. You're walking out the door. Wow, what a los- AHHHH!
You *plop* into the passenger's seat of a roofless jeep, your heartbeat racing the car you're in as the left turn you're hitting practically flips the car over. He pulls the. . Wait what? You can't tell if you hit your head, or the dizziness is messing with it, but you're in this car. Deja vu. You lock eyes with a grandma who's realizing she now has to circle another 20 minutes looking for a parking space, and when she does she'll have to walk all the way back to grab her milkshake. You've done this already. What? What's going on?!
"You coming or what?" There's that little black bag again. You decide to open it up. What's this? You pull out a bunch of metal pieces, but there's a note inside. [What's the Contradiction?] Ummmm. . . Wierd. As you're hopping out of the car, you notice his high school yearbook on the floor Class of 2014. . .
"Hey can you grab my spare battery and bring it with you, my phone is on low battery!"
Ugh FUCK! Not this shit again. I may have missed out on high school dates, but I've graduated and left that behind. Last time you tried to leave you found yourself back at the start of things, you need to find your way out. What to do? You go inside, grab the water on the way to the booth. "Here you go," you say.
"And the battery?"
"Oh I forgot it," you say, your bag just a tad bit heavier.
"Oh no problem," he says, getting up and scooting next to you. Before you can say anything his arm's around you and he's already talking, "more time for us to get to know each other." You can feel his eyes sizing you up, his hand already thinking where it might drop. "I feel this will be fun."
"Can I get a milkshake?" you ask.
"Cheap price to pay, sure."
You can't tell if he's talking about for the milkshake, or for you. Is this flirting you dare to consider, but no, no way.
"Can I get the big one" You ask. You see he obviously misheard, and you clarify. He flashes a platinum amex credit card, mom and dad are paying for tonight I see, mr. independent.
He scoots to let you out, and you let him know you're going to the bathroom.
As you're waiting to order you pull out the black bag, and read the slip again. [What's the Contradiction.] You need to figure this out, now. It could be referring to ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. He's a douche but he ridiculously attractive, but are those ever too far apart. He's immature, he's tall, he's spending his parents' money, he graduated high school. All random facts about something I know nothing about. This is useless.
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If you're reading this I will be adding more to this tomorrow, but if you happen to answer the riddle, then comment it or send your answer to me! Also, let me know what you think about it! I think I'm going to experiment with games more, so it's interactive, I just need to figure out how to do that through a blog post haha
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