chanyhuman

I am brainstorming. I am writing a story. I’m concentrated.

The fallowing is a genderbent version of Stage Plight. Story ------------------ [At Royal Woods High School, Lane goes to his locker, opens it, looks in the mirror inside and sees Betty getting stuff from her locker, he stares at her with a passionate look.] Ms. Coconuts: "Hey, who's the dream boat, chick? You're looking at her the way I look at a fresh coat of varnish." Lane: *Covering her mouth* "Shh. That's Betty, the girl I've been telling you about, but it's hopeless. How can I get to know her better if we never spend any time together?" Ms. Coconuts: "I may be a dummy, but it seems to me if you want to spend some time with her, try talking, not gawking." Lane: "I know, but the only class we have together is Advanced Mime. I can't exactly talk to her then." *Sees something* "Hold on. What's Betty doing?" [Betty is signing a poster on the bulletin board and walking away. Lane and Ms. Coconuts are watching from behind the lockers, Ms. Coconuts takes a look and signals to 'move