Talk:Ushi-Oni/@comment-92.32.101.142-20150415150905/@comment-89.132.64.145-20150925161333

I grab a beretta, since I can't see who is it, and I have some weapons home, (I like guns). Go down to the front door, open it, and stand in the doorway, while hiding the pistol.

-WHO ARE YOU?

-Can't you remember me?- she asks, confused - We used to go to kindergarten together!

-I used to go to kindergarten?

-Yeah!

-Oh.... Then, who am I?

-(insert full name here), 16 years old, having your birthday today...

I almost faint, while I eject the magazine, empty barrel and decock

-Amy? The hell are you doing out there? Come in! And whats that in your hand? It's fricking dark, and raining, I can't see it....

However, she throws it away, knowing she can ask me in person, and comes in

-Where's everybody?

-Well my parents are on a business trip, and will come back in a few months...

-No, I mean don't you have a party, it's your birthday today!

-Oh, well I used to celebrate it alone, drink, and make music...

-Drink? You're a minor! And what kind of music?

-I play the electric guitar, and I play mostly metal. Com'on, I show you my studio, it's down in the basement.

We walk down, I open the door, enter the room, there are a bunch of amplifiers, hifis, speakers and stuff, and a collection of guitars,

-Well this is it! How do you like it?

She was quiet, blushing, began fidgeting with her fingers, and kept looking at the ground.

-Do you know why I came here?- She asked shyly

-Well... no?

- I don't know how to ask this, but.... will you marry me?

I almost faint again, pictures of when we were young flashed in my eyes, and I could say nothing, but this:

-Lemme think 'bout it

I grabbed one of my guitars, and began improvising some blues, to gain time to think. I played about 15 minutes before putting down my guitar gently, and saying

-Yes, but only when we get 18, for now, we should date. And now we have a lot to celebrate, so let's get to it!

And that was one of my best nights in my life.