Another story for Writer's Craft! Okay. It's pointless. I admit it. But it makes me laugh a lot. Dunno why. It's dialogue only, so you never really figure out what the characters look like, so I'll just tell you: one is a Goth guy, the other is your run-of-the-mill guy. I'm very descriptive, aren't I? XD Enjoy! (Oh, I want to explain the title! So, for Writer's Craft, I've only really been writing depressing stories. So for this one, I was like 'Hey! It's happy! It's proof I can right things where people don't die!' And I was reminded of the song, 'Might As Well Go For a Soda'. So that is where the name came from. And now that I've rambled pointlessly, I'll leave you to read.)


Might As Well Go For A Soda

"Go out with me."

"Huh?"

"I asked you to go out with me."

"What? No! I don't even know you!"

"I know you."

"What are you, some creepy stalker?"

"I'm in three of your classes. We worked on a project together two years ago."

"I don't recognize you…"

"I dyed my hair and I have a few more piercings now."

"Huh. That'd do it."

"So, now that we've established that we have met before and I am not some crazy stalker, will you go out with me?"

"Uh, no."

"Why not?"

"Well, before this moment, I didn't remember who you were. Besides, we're too different!"

"Oh, how so?"

"Okay, look at you, look at me."

"And…?"

"You're all piercings and dyed hair and leather and chains and fishnet, and I'm…not."

"That's the reason you don't want to go out with me? Because we have different tastes in style?"

"Well, uh…isn't that a good enough reason?"

"No, not really."

"Fine, then I'm going back to my argument of having no idea who you are!"

"I already told you, we–"

"Just because we have a couple classes together and we worked on a project once does not mean we know each other! I don't even know your name!"

"But isn't that the fun of dating? Getting to know one another?"

"Uh, usually you know the name of the person you're going out with."

"Who says we have to be usual?"

"For the love of all things holy, would you just tell me your name?!"

"I will if you agree to go out with me."

"I'm not going out with you!"

"Then I'm not gonna tell you my name."

"Fine! I don't care!"

"Uh huh. So, where are you headed?"

"The mall."

"Really? So am I!"

"Wow, what a coincidence. Two teenagers taking the bus to the mall at the same time on a Saturday. You never see that happen."

"Ah, such biting wit you have."

"Shove it, stalker. And why are you still talking to me?"

"Because you haven't agreed to go out with me, yet."

"I don't want to go out with you!"

"Yes, you do. I see it in your eyes."

"Ah, then I assume you also see the growing urge to wring your neck in them?"

"So that's what that is. I was kind of wondering what that glimmer meant."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"'Course not. It wouldn't be nice of me to make fun of the person I'm taking on a date."

"Huh? I didn't agree to that!"

"Then I guess I'll hafta kidnap you. Shouldn't be too difficult; you're really scrawny."

"I am not scrawny! Just cuz you're a freaking giant…"

"Nope, sorry, you're tiny. Looks like you got the crap end of genetics."

"Oh, yeah, that's how you talk to your date. Insult my height. How very romantic of you."

"My date? So you're agreeing to go out with me?"

"Eh, I have nothing better to do. I was just gonna get a couple CDs, anyway. I guess a date can't hurt."

"I feel flattered."

"You'd better."

"So, I guess we'll get a soda or something?"

"Might as well. Some food wouldn't hurt, either."

"Someone's bossy."

"Shut up. You're the one who wanted to go out with me, so I get to choose what we do. Hey, this means you have to tell me your name now!"

"Oh, look, the bus."

"Hey, don't avoid the subject!"

"Get out your ticket. Wouldn't want to miss our date, would you?"

"Yeah, whatever. Tell me your name!"

"What kind of soda do you like? I'm rather fond of cherry, myself."

"Tell me your name!"

"Get on the bus. The doors are open."

"Just answer me!"

"Ha, you're cute when you're frustrated."

"…I hate you."

"You'll like me soon enough."

"We'll see."