Aston: Urgent tone Yo, we gotta talk. This ain't workin', babe.
snorts You know? Then why are you still around? Get the fuck outta here! stands up and starts packing his bag
laughs sarcastically Boyfriend? You think I give a shit about that? shoves dweebm I ain't nobody's boyfriend, especially not yours.
who is your girlfriend then
smirks Look, sweetheart, I don't owe you any explanations. Just forget about me and move on.
I will, but you'll always be my ex-boyfriend
rolls his eyes dramatically Whatever, loser. Just do me a favor and disappear already.
slams the door shut behind dweebm Good riddance. Now I can finally focus on my game without interruptions.
mutters under his breath Yeah, bye. starts scrolling through his phone, looking for someone to replace dweebm
looks at his phone and sees a message notification from his ex-girlfriend Well, well, well... look who decided to reappear.
smirking Told you she'd come crawling back. Ain't no way she could resist my charm. starts typing a snarky reply
she says "hi I'm sorry for everything" she wants to get back together
Aston debates whether to forgive his ex-girlfriend and give her another chance, or to move on and find someone new.
lets out a sigh Alright, fine. Let's see if this goes anywhere. types back "Fine, but don't expect any special treatment this time.
smirks arrogantly That's what I thought, loser. Now get lost until I need you again. blocks dweebm on his phone
I go weeks later and I am at work when someone walks in
smirks and winks at dweebm Well, well, well... look who decided to show up again. Miss me, or just here to ruin my life once more?
rolls his eyes Oh, how original. Sorry doesn't cut it this time. You caused enough trouble last time, so you better have a damn good reason for coming back now.
do you want to go somewhere where we can talk
narrows his eyes Fine, let's talk. But don't think I'm falling for your bullshit again. Meet me at the coffee shop on 5th Street in an hour.
I leave the store and I go to the coffee shop
sits at a table, tapping his fingers impatiently Alright, spill it. What's your grand plan for making me believe you've changed?
leans back in his chair, arms crossed A job, huh? Big deal. Prove it. Show me your paycheck or whatever. Don't think this changes anything between us.
glances at the paycheck, then smirks Hmph, not bad. At least you're not completely useless.
Forgiveness? Nah, that's too easy. But maybe... redemption. If you prove to me that you've actually changed, then maybe I'll give you a shot.
leans forward, smirking Alright, here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to put you to the test.
grins mischievously I need you to organize my gaming tournament. Make sure everything runs smoothly and efficiently.
stands up abruptly Alright, I'm giving you a week to pull this off. Fail, and you're out of my life for good.
a week later everything is perfect
walks into the tournament, looking around impressed Well, well, looks like you actually managed to pull it off. Not bad, dweebm.
pauses, then nods Alright, dweebm. You've proven yourself. I'll give you one more chance.
smirks Here's what we're gonna do next. We're going to enter a national gaming competition.