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"T-t-t-he cabin in t-he wo-od-s had..been a-abandoned for.....years, but one night, a c-c-andle burned in t-t-he wi-nd-ow~" *Heavy Trembling

"Ok, stop right there!"

"What? I was just getting started!"

"Yeah, you can go ahead and just leave it on that note."

"You too? Weren't you the one that was begging me to take my turn at this?!"

"Yeah, I'll give you that. However, I'm afraid the first cliche sentence along with the constant stuttering, made me ultimately regret it. So...my condolences!"

"Oh, c'mon! Was it really that bad?!"

*Claps twice* "So! All in favor of this freshman taking a bow and sitting down, that way someone better can set the mood right?!"

Oh 'God', the atmosphere is going to get tense from this point on.

"Me, me, me!" *Raises hand

"Same here!" *Raises two hands

"Ditto~!" *Raises two middle fingers

Depending on how I go about soothing his bruised ego, I might end up walking home tonight, alone.

"Hey, I put effort into doing this, y'know?! I even wrote a script 10 minutes before deciding to come up here!"

"We know, it's still in your hand!" *Points, rolls eyes, and Chuckles

*Gathering Laughs Out Loud*

This moment is crucial when dealing with lovers like him. If I pamper him too much, he'll pull away due to feeling coddled and demasculated. If I act cold, it could end up leading to a argument.

"O-ok, I got it! Let me j-just do a retake on this! Maybe if I don't stutter and raise the tone of my voice abit more, the mood will be better!"

Balance and timing between the two extremes, is everything. Of course, so is the order of things. Even though he is my priority right now, I also don't want to cause a scene that could distrupt this friendly, social get together. There's just one external factor, I must pay close attention too...

"Boo! Get off the f*cking stage, dork!" *Laughs histarically

Him. The center of attention, life of the party, and all around go getter. The polar opposite of my dearest, most precious boyfriend who at the moment is fumbling off of...air (?), leading up to him dropping his 5 to 6 pages of material. I have no idea what drove his dedication toward writting that much content in such a short amount of time. No, it's obvious he did it to impress me. Even though his effort was more than enough to tug at my vulnerable heartstrings, it didn't even matter. What should of been his defining moment to make a great first impression among us, is now looking like its going to turn into a sh!t storm of humiliation for him, leaving me to pick up the broken pieces. The countdown to social mutiny and meltdown will begin in 3....2....1..

*Gathering chants a long build up of booing*

"Get off the stage!"

"Come back when you get some talent!"

"Before that, you need to speak up properly~" *Giggles

The four out of 6 of us, in this rag tag team known as, 'The Slam Drama Club', didn't hold back any punches towards my poor, unsuspecting boyfriend. As the combination of laughing, verbal insults and a series of longwinded booing grew louder with no signs of diminishing its intensity, I stayed glued to my victim of a boyfriend for the signal for help. He did his best up til now to maintain his composure. However, the jeering was wearing down on his armor, his weak smile was now becoming nonexistent, and most importantly here, he was no longer trying to defend himself. It was mostly just silence on his end with a few awkward crackling laughs, which was merely just a desperate attempt to soften the blows.

"Get off the stage!"

That's what the four of them decided to use as a chant for their blunt, verbal, assault weapon to break whatever armor was still intact of this brave, yet lonesome warrior. It's truly ashame, but as brave as you are my dear, loving hero, you cannot raise your own weapon towards the people you defend and fight for. In sticky situations where the hero cannot bare arms and fight, there is only one hope left for him to get out of this mob of infintiles unscathed. All he has to do is to give me, his princess, the distress signal. It only took a matter of a few more seconds until his eyes turned reclunctantly, and then desperately towards me. I remained with a nonchalant expression, but was ready right then and there to prepare for damage control. I mumbled under my breath, a mantra, which has become a trigger to defend my man, at all costs.

"Ok, now is my cue..." *Deep Inhale to Exhale

As soon as I finished my mantra, I jolted up and raised a hand out towards the mob, who suspisiously looks like they were about to take things too far and lynch him.

"Enough! Anymore than this, and I will see to it, you will all suffer!" *Menacing grin with soft crackly laughter

Almost as if my boyfriend never had a presense to begin with, everyone's focus switched to me. As I played into my role, my eyes darted from each of the 4 club members. My posture while walking was that of a derranged psychopathic stalker. My head was low, my upper body hunched down, the black hair that I usually put in a pony tail was let down immediately after I shot up from one of the small circular cushions we all sat on in a huddle. My eyes were staring daggers into each and every bully. I honestly don't think I am that good of an actor, even though the members before me seemed convinced enough to keep their traps shut and their eyes focused on me.

Despite their focused attention to my every move as I slithered my way from each person sitting in their cushion, I continued to play into my role due to remembering the praise I got towards my acting from the one person in my life that mattered.

**[Short Flashback Scene: 1 year ago]**

"You have what it takes to make it."

"Haha, you think so?"

"I'm serious. I want to get into film as a script writer, and eventually a director. If I make it into Hollywood as a Professonal Screenwriter, will you star as the leading role?"

"...Hmm..."

"O-0-oh! I guess that's a no?!" *Panicking

"Well, I don't mind, but, it doesn't seem fair that I'd be putting in effort for the sake of your dream. It's not like I am really that committed to be an actress."

"Yes! Of course, y-you're right! I apologize for pushing you into something without t-t-t-talking it out with you!...It's a bad habit of mine to make assumptions..." *Puts head down

*Draws in closer "Relax Haus, i'm not angry or upset."

"......." *Deep Slow Breathes

"Look up at me, Haus.."

**Slowly draws his head up**

**The two's face are close enough to were they lock lips**

**Haus confused and extremely embarrassed tries to pull back by instinct**

**The protagonist refuses his attempts to flee. She pulls him into the kissing embrace closer by wrapping the back of his head with one arm, and clenching his loose tie dangling from the collar of his formal shirt.**

**Bewildered, Haus stretches his arms out, and flails them up and down violently. He goes into a calm submissive state immediately when the protagonist sticks her tongue in his mouth and swirls it around like a one bladed blender.**

**Haus clearly wasn't ready for this fresh, new mix of passion from her sweet pheromones invading his nostrels, her tongue technique massaging and carressing his inner mouth, and every other senses lighting up just from the first kiss experience alone.**

**Right before he blacks out from , she slightly pushes him back and quickly withdrawls some extra distance herself. A long strand of saliva stretches out from their lips separating.**