you poor, poor qtpie {dan}

['NAHNIE' STRIDER]

Alright, she had had enough of this bullshit.

Nahnie Strider didn't put up with bullshit for very long, but in this case, it was pretty confusing and she didn't know what to do. It made her so angry and warm-fuzzy'd at the same time, which was part of the reason that it was bullshit in the first place. She didn't even know what class it was in, but there that stupid bullshit was, all wrapped up and ready to go.

Okay, she was overreacting. But basically, she was at the edge. Her limit. She was overloaded with cute and she could no longer handle it.

Yes, this was cute overload problem. Nahnie could handle, like, seeing people walking their puppies on the street. She could handle perfect-for-each-other couples (with a gag, mind you). She could even handle sweet sweet precious Fefeta. But she could not fucking handle Dan fucking Kaplan.

She had no idea what it was about him that made her squee internally like she was a twelve year old meeting her favorite boyband for the first time. Maybe it was his twitter, which she did follow, though she wasn't much of a tweeter and usually only took to the social network to complain about shit. Maybe it was his flippy fucking hair that just kind of went with his boyish baby-face. Maybe it was how cute he and that Connor girl were. She didn't fucking know. Point was, he was too cute for words and today she was going to find those words and scream them to him out loud.

She got out one of her post-it notes and a sharpie and wrote to him. They usually passed notes during free time (which, they had a lot of it) so he wouldn't have to look away from his interpreter, so this was like a no big deal thing. She could have tweeted to him, but that was way too public and she had a reputation to uphold.

hey can you meet me after class in like that back hallway that's basically empty i want to talk to you about a thing regarding uh yearbook

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Okay, it was kind of a lie, but she really did want to talk to him about yearbook stuff afterwards. He was practically a celebrity here, and he also looked like a celebrity (from that stupid boy band... Leon Payton? She couldn't remember his name, she'd look him up later), and she was doing a page on celebrity lookalikes.

Tapping her foot, she waited as patiently as possible for him to reply to her note so she could get this fucking adorable... whatever the fuck it was out of her system for good.

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[DAN KAPLAN]

He was sitting in…well, he wasn’t even sure what class this was, because he was so close to getting one hundred thousand followers on twitter that he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to his interpreter. He just wasn’t good at multi-tasking, and when given the choice between paying attention to whatever stupid thing was being taught and staring intently at his Twitter feed…well, it wasn’t much of a decision. #sorrynotsorry.

His aid seemed pretty bored in any case. Her hands were pretty, like, un-animated. He figured he probably wasn’t missing much. And he hadn’t done the homework anyways.

Suddenly, as the teacher pulled up a slide with a bunch of lava and some big purple paragraph written mostly in Comic Sans #ohgod #thehorror #thehorror, he felt a post-it note being passed into his hand.

hey can you meet me after class in like that back hallway that's basically empty i want to talk to you about a thing regarding uh yearbook

Oh, Nahnie’s handwriting. Okay. He wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just like, text him, but #whatever. Yearbook, though? How was Dan Kaplan possibly going to be of use with the yearbook? Unless they were doing like, a Twitter section. But what kind of teacher would like, actually allow that to happen? Anyways, he was way too distracted to be involved in anything with strict deadlines, like Yearbook. Twitter was way too tempting. All the time. #swag.

okay sure

A few minutes later, once the other kids’ stirring around him alerted him to the fact that the bell had rung, he pushed himself up and hurried from the room, across the hall, up the stairs, and into the back hallway next to the weird #sketch room where the yearbook staff met. Here whenever you are, he texted her, wondering once again what she could possibly want with him.