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There was one thing I was always sure of.
I really,
Really,
Hate boys.
They’re so immature and... Just.. disgusting. They will do things for no reason, just for the sake of their stupid, petty, entertainment. It’s so stupid. Well, most of them are like that anyways.
But you know why I don't even like boys that aren't like that? Because they will just end up like the other ones. Stupid, selfish, and petty.
I like to say I’m Pansexual, even though I absolutely loathe boys.
Pan just sounds better than Bisexual. Do you know why? ‘Cause people say this, and I’m not even joking. It’s so disgusting.
They say, “Bi and high”.
Like, what the heck? Are you just going to assume someone that’s Bi takes drugs because they don’t know what they’re doing?
It’s just such a… I don’t know, stereotype?
Anyways, back to the point.
I haven’t introduced myself, so I guess I’ll start. I’m Vivian, Vivy/Viv for short (I know that name sounds so, like, Royal or something. Ughhh). I’m about (I can’t even keep track these days. 14? 17? 21?). I’m an explorer that happened to come to this crazy world a while ago (I’m pretty sure I told you I can’t keep track of time. Did I tell you that already?).
So I’ve been traveling this world for a while and talking to the locals. People have been in this world for what feels like forever. No one ages here. They just one day wake up in a world, and they will forever stay one age. Sure, time passes, but no one’s hair turns gray.
As I was saying, the people that have waked up in this world call it a billion names. I could go on and on about the names people give this world, but you’re lucky I won’t. I’ve picked up about, I don’t know, forty of them?
Right, stay on the topic. Sorry, I get distracted a lot (Some people call it ADHD)
Most people call it “The Evergrowth”, because it seems like this world never ends. But what can I say, It’s also really beautiful. Lush jungle groves, with bamboo reaching for the sky, seeming to go up forever. Thick, shady forests that are dark enough for red and brown mushrooms to grow as little as a stone and as large as a tree. Scorching dunes with little spiky cacti sprouting out of the sand, getting little moisture but somehow still alive. It’s crazy, I tell you. You wouldn’t believe me unless you saw it.
Like I told you, I’m a traveler. I haven’t settled anywhere, just making camp here and there as I explore this realm and pick up some things here and there.
That’s what I was expecting to do forever. At least there wasn’t anything else planned.
That was my plan, and I thought it was a solid plan.
Until I met her.
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“How much is that map worth?”
The guy at the stall front looked up at the map I had pointed to. He frowned.
“Hmm. What do ya have to offer?”
I reached out in my sachel and dug for a bit. I shoveled through layers of priceless items: Bright, shiny purple crystals, mysterious green and red liquids inside weird-looking flasks (I had not decided what they did), bits of various metal that ranged from iron to gold, and the such.
I eventually pulled out a dozen hand-crafted arrows with sharp tips that seemed to glow magenta. I had not had any use for it, but I figured it would be useful for a trade someday. I slammed the arrows on the table.
“How ‘bout this?”, I said.
In about 15 seconds, I had a hand-crafted map in my hands. I decided to head toward a so-called “abandoned” hut with a mineshaft in a dark forest. I would restock on supplies there.
That should be enough time to get there by night, right?
Or so I thought.
Let me tell you something, when it comes to managing time, I f**k up.
I was trekking up a steep rocky hill. A sudden rumble made me look up, and the sky had grown into a dark, smoky gray.
In about 5 minutes, the sky started drenching me with water.
I’m used to rain, but it’s not helpful when I’m trying to go to a specific place. But somehow, I managed to find the forest.
I looked down at the map. There seemed to be an abandoned hut in the forest. The problem was, I had no idea where I was. I was clueless about my surroundings.
A crunch of a leaf made me jump. Not now! Why did all my problems come to me when I already had one?
I pulled out my bamboo spear into a defending stance.
Crunch!
Did that come from in front of me or behind me?
Crunch!
No, it came from my right, didn't it?
Crunch!
A horrifying silence followed.
I yelped as Battlecry followed as a creature pushed me onto the wet, cold ground. A sharp blade slashed my cheek, and I winced as the smell of blood followed.
I looked up at my attacker. It was dark, but I could make out a face of a girl. Her face went red. “Oh!” She scrambled off me.
“Ow”, I wiped the blood off my cheek. “You could have at least asked if I was a monster or not.”
“Yeah, sorry about that”, she helped me off the mud. “I thought you were, like, a wolf or something.” she paused. “Why are you out so late anyways? You know it gets really crowded out here in the night, you can come back to my place if you want but if not it’s fine-” she stopped talking. “I’ve been talking for too long, haven’t I?”
I shook my head. “No, no, it’s fine…”, I frowned. “Wait you live here?”
“Yeah?”
“... Oh.”
“...”
“My map said no one lived here, just an abandoned mineshaft hut thingy.”
“Where did you get that map?”
“Some merchant in a grassy field”
She snorted. “Oh, him? His maps are as old as this world. None of them are useful, but he refuses to admit so.” She looked at the rainy sky. “Come on, it’s getting dark, you can stay at my place for the night.”
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So that’s how we met. Kind of cliche, I know.
Sprut is shorter than me, but we don’t mind. Ever since she upgraded the old mineshaft, she has been creating little treehouse platforms for people to stay. I’m kind of jealous. Who doesn’t want a shady treehouse in the middle of a forest? I know I do.
It had been about a week since I had met Sprout. We had kind of gotten used to each other by now. I didn’t expect to stay long, or so I thought.
“Sprouty!”, I call her by the nickname I gave her.
She snorts from upstairs. “Don’t call me that!”
I yell back, “Never!”
“Whatever. What is it?”
“Guess what I made?”
“Hmm. Oh, I don’t know, beetroot soup?”
“Nope, Salmon!”
During the week of staying with Sprout, I learned about the masterful art of baking and cooking. It’s pretty satisfying. I’ve cooked things from steamy baked potatoes to a savory rabbit stew. She seems to enjoy it, I think. She especially likes salmon. Like, a lot.
“You WHAT?”, she shrieks, racing down the stairs.
I laugh. “You are way too energetic”
She sits down and gives me a stunned look.“Whaaaat? No, I’m not!”
I smirk. “I also made bread”
Sprout jumped out of her chair. “WAIT REALLY?”
“Called it- OW!”
She tackled me onto the ground. I laugh and grab her arms, standing up and swinging her around. She yelps and scrambles to her feet.
“Come on, let’s eat dinner, you goof”, I say.
She gave me a distinguished Sprout look. “Excuse me, I am the goof? Are you saying you are more mature than Moi? No. Uh-uh. I am the most mature person in the whole freaking world”.
I roll my eyes and smile. “Do you want to eat or not? No? Ok well, I guess I’ll give this to the crows-”
“NEVERMINDIMCOMINGSORRY!” She scrambles over to the table
After dinner, we clean up, and Sprout gives an exaggerated description of how good the salmon was. I laugh and say it was nothing. She hugs me, and I blush as she practically squeezes the life out of me.
That night, I didn’t get any sleep.
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The next morning Sprout noticed how tired I was and offered to make coffee. She even makes sure to add some sugar and milk. She’s nice in that way, I suppose.
It was early morning and I sat at the table sketching out my recent discoveries in my notebook/sketchbook. I had the coffee in one hand and a quill in the other. Gosh, that Coffee was the best I'd ever had. Samples of fungi and ferns were sprawled on the table. A warm lantern gives off a faint light.
Suddenly Sprout, out of nowhere, comes running up the stairs and pulls me out of my chair from my arm. I yelp as I try to keep up with wherever she’s leading me to.
“Sprout, what the heck-!”
She leads me to a bench in the forest overlooking a great hill that goes downward into the trees. She points to the sky. “Look!”
I gasp.
The sky is painted in bright, vibrant colors of yellow and orange with tints of pink. A round, white sun is rising over the trees.
She smiles and looks at me. “Pretty, isn’t it?”
I thought of something but didn’t say it.
“Yeah… Pretty.”
She groans “I thought you would be so excited! But instead, you say, Yeah, Cool. Like really? At least say it like you mean it!”
I snort. “No really! It is!”
“Liar.”
We laugh and watch the sunrise.
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It was about midnight when I decided I could not sleep.
I climb up the network of treehouses and sit on a ledge far up a great tree. I look up at the sky. I’ve been appreciating the skies more often, ever since I’ve stayed with Sprout.
I guess she just helps me appreciate the little things.
I lay on my back and look at the stars, winking in the dark, black abyss.
I…
I don’t know how to describe this.
I guess… I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Or anything.
I close my eyes and let the wind run through my hair.
The sound of feet padding up the stairs jerks me awake. I look behind me. Sprout was standing at the landing, smiling at me.
“... You scared the heck out of me”
She says nothing. Sprout walks up to the ledge and sits next to me. She looks out into the distance. The wind blows through her hair. She looks nice.
Sprout looks at me.
“You know…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m actually a Lesbian”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… Ok”
“What is it?”
“I guess… You don’t look gay”
She laughs. “I’m literally wearing a gay beanie and a frog sweatshirt, is that not gay enough for you?”
I blinked. “Oh… yeah”
There is an awkward silence
“Yeah… I’m, uh, I’m Pan”
She gives me a look.
“Yeah?”
“I mean… I don’t really like everyone, but I don’t want to be Bi.”
“... Oh. Well.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“... How long have you been exploring?”
I shrug. “I guess since I was created”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“... You know, You can stay here as long as you like”
I look at her “Really?”
She smiles and tilts her head. “I guess it can get lonely sometimes”
I blush a little.
“Oh... Yeah”
She rises up to her feet. “Well, it’s about time we go to sleep, yeah?”
“Yeah, good night”
I hesitate.
“Uh, Sprout?”
“Yeah?”
“... thanks. For everything.”
“... you’re welcome.”
There was one thing I was always sure of.
I really,
Really,
Hate boys.
They’re so immature and... Just.. disgusting. They will do things for no reason, just for the sake of their stupid, petty, entertainment. It’s so stupid. Well, most of them are like that anyways.
But you know why I don't even like boys that aren't like that? Because they will just end up like the other ones. Stupid, selfish, and petty.
I like to say I’m Pansexual, even though I absolutely loathe boys.
Pan just sounds better than Bisexual. Do you know why? ‘Cause people say this, and I’m not even joking. It’s so disgusting.
They say, “Bi and high”.
Like, what the heck? Are you just going to assume someone that’s Bi takes drugs because they don’t know what they’re doing?
It’s just such a… I don’t know, stereotype?
Anyways, back to the point.
I haven’t introduced myself, so I guess I’ll start. I’m Vivian, Vivy/Viv for short (I know that name sounds so, like, Royal or something. Ughhh). I’m about (I can’t even keep track these days. 14? 17? 21?). I’m an explorer that happened to come to this crazy world a while ago (I’m pretty sure I told you I can’t keep track of time. Did I tell you that already?).
So I’ve been traveling this world for a while and talking to the locals. People have been in this world for what feels like forever. No one ages here. They just one day wake up in a world, and they will forever stay one age. Sure, time passes, but no one’s hair turns gray.
As I was saying, the people that have waked up in this world call it a billion names. I could go on and on about the names people give this world, but you’re lucky I won’t. I’ve picked up about, I don’t know, forty of them?
Right, stay on the topic. Sorry, I get distracted a lot (Some people call it ADHD)
Most people call it “The Evergrowth”, because it seems like this world never ends. But what can I say, It’s also really beautiful. Lush jungle groves, with bamboo reaching for the sky, seeming to go up forever. Thick, shady forests that are dark enough for red and brown mushrooms to grow as little as a stone and as large as a tree. Scorching dunes with little spiky cacti sprouting out of the sand, getting little moisture but somehow still alive. It’s crazy, I tell you. You wouldn’t believe me unless you saw it.
Like I told you, I’m a traveler. I haven’t settled anywhere, just making camp here and there as I explore this realm and pick up some things here and there.
That’s what I was expecting to do forever. At least there wasn’t anything else planned.
That was my plan, and I thought it was a solid plan.
Until I met her.
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“How much is that map worth?”
The guy at the stall front looked up at the map I had pointed to. He frowned.
“Hmm. What do ya have to offer?”
I reached out in my sachel and dug for a bit. I shoveled through layers of priceless items: Bright, shiny purple crystals, mysterious green and red liquids inside weird-looking flasks (I had not decided what they did), bits of various metal that ranged from iron to gold, and the such.
I eventually pulled out a dozen hand-crafted arrows with sharp tips that seemed to glow magenta. I had not had any use for it, but I figured it would be useful for a trade someday. I slammed the arrows on the table.
“How ‘bout this?”, I said.
In about 15 seconds, I had a hand-crafted map in my hands. I decided to head toward a so-called “abandoned” hut with a mineshaft in a dark forest. I would restock on supplies there.
That should be enough time to get there by night, right?
Or so I thought.
Let me tell you something, when it comes to managing time, I f**k up.
I was trekking up a steep rocky hill. A sudden rumble made me look up, and the sky had grown into a dark, smoky gray.
In about 5 minutes, the sky started drenching me with water.
I’m used to rain, but it’s not helpful when I’m trying to go to a specific place. But somehow, I managed to find the forest.
I looked down at the map. There seemed to be an abandoned hut in the forest. The problem was, I had no idea where I was. I was clueless about my surroundings.
A crunch of a leaf made me jump. Not now! Why did all my problems come to me when I already had one?
I pulled out my bamboo spear into a defending stance.
Crunch!
Did that come from in front of me or behind me?
Crunch!
No, it came from my right, didn't it?
Crunch!
A horrifying silence followed.
I yelped as Battlecry followed as a creature pushed me onto the wet, cold ground. A sharp blade slashed my cheek, and I winced as the smell of blood followed.
I looked up at my attacker. It was dark, but I could make out a face of a girl. Her face went red. “Oh!” She scrambled off me.
“Ow”, I wiped the blood off my cheek. “You could have at least asked if I was a monster or not.”
“Yeah, sorry about that”, she helped me off the mud. “I thought you were, like, a wolf or something.” she paused. “Why are you out so late anyways? You know it gets really crowded out here in the night, you can come back to my place if you want but if not it’s fine-” she stopped talking. “I’ve been talking for too long, haven’t I?”
I shook my head. “No, no, it’s fine…”, I frowned. “Wait you live here?”
“Yeah?”
“... Oh.”
“...”
“My map said no one lived here, just an abandoned mineshaft hut thingy.”
“Where did you get that map?”
“Some merchant in a grassy field”
She snorted. “Oh, him? His maps are as old as this world. None of them are useful, but he refuses to admit so.” She looked at the rainy sky. “Come on, it’s getting dark, you can stay at my place for the night.”
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So that’s how we met. Kind of cliche, I know.
Sprut is shorter than me, but we don’t mind. Ever since she upgraded the old mineshaft, she has been creating little treehouse platforms for people to stay. I’m kind of jealous. Who doesn’t want a shady treehouse in the middle of a forest? I know I do.
It had been about a week since I had met Sprout. We had kind of gotten used to each other by now. I didn’t expect to stay long, or so I thought.
“Sprouty!”, I call her by the nickname I gave her.
She snorts from upstairs. “Don’t call me that!”
I yell back, “Never!”
“Whatever. What is it?”
“Guess what I made?”
“Hmm. Oh, I don’t know, beetroot soup?”
“Nope, Salmon!”
During the week of staying with Sprout, I learned about the masterful art of baking and cooking. It’s pretty satisfying. I’ve cooked things from steamy baked potatoes to a savory rabbit stew. She seems to enjoy it, I think. She especially likes salmon. Like, a lot.
“You WHAT?”, she shrieks, racing down the stairs.
I laugh. “You are way too energetic”
She sits down and gives me a stunned look.“Whaaaat? No, I’m not!”
I smirk. “I also made bread”
Sprout jumped out of her chair. “WAIT REALLY?”
“Called it- OW!”
She tackled me onto the ground. I laugh and grab her arms, standing up and swinging her around. She yelps and scrambles to her feet.
“Come on, let’s eat dinner, you goof”, I say.
She gave me a distinguished Sprout look. “Excuse me, I am the goof? Are you saying you are more mature than Moi? No. Uh-uh. I am the most mature person in the whole freaking world”.
I roll my eyes and smile. “Do you want to eat or not? No? Ok well, I guess I’ll give this to the crows-”
“NEVERMINDIMCOMINGSORRY!” She scrambles over to the table
After dinner, we clean up, and Sprout gives an exaggerated description of how good the salmon was. I laugh and say it was nothing. She hugs me, and I blush as she practically squeezes the life out of me.
That night, I didn’t get any sleep.
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The next morning Sprout noticed how tired I was and offered to make coffee. She even makes sure to add some sugar and milk. She’s nice in that way, I suppose.
It was early morning and I sat at the table sketching out my recent discoveries in my notebook/sketchbook. I had the coffee in one hand and a quill in the other. Gosh, that Coffee was the best I'd ever had. Samples of fungi and ferns were sprawled on the table. A warm lantern gives off a faint light.
Suddenly Sprout, out of nowhere, comes running up the stairs and pulls me out of my chair from my arm. I yelp as I try to keep up with wherever she’s leading me to.
“Sprout, what the heck-!”
She leads me to a bench in the forest overlooking a great hill that goes downward into the trees. She points to the sky. “Look!”
I gasp.
The sky is painted in bright, vibrant colors of yellow and orange with tints of pink. A round, white sun is rising over the trees.
She smiles and looks at me. “Pretty, isn’t it?”
I thought of something but didn’t say it.
“Yeah… Pretty.”
She groans “I thought you would be so excited! But instead, you say, Yeah, Cool. Like really? At least say it like you mean it!”
I snort. “No really! It is!”
“Liar.”
We laugh and watch the sunrise.
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It was about midnight when I decided I could not sleep.
I climb up the network of treehouses and sit on a ledge far up a great tree. I look up at the sky. I’ve been appreciating the skies more often, ever since I’ve stayed with Sprout.
I guess she just helps me appreciate the little things.
I lay on my back and look at the stars, winking in the dark, black abyss.
I…
I don’t know how to describe this.
I guess… I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Or anything.
I close my eyes and let the wind run through my hair.
The sound of feet padding up the stairs jerks me awake. I look behind me. Sprout was standing at the landing, smiling at me.
“... You scared the heck out of me”
She says nothing. Sprout walks up to the ledge and sits next to me. She looks out into the distance. The wind blows through her hair. She looks nice.
Sprout looks at me.
“You know…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m actually a Lesbian”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… Ok”
“What is it?”
“I guess… You don’t look gay”
She laughs. “I’m literally wearing a gay beanie and a frog sweatshirt, is that not gay enough for you?”
I blinked. “Oh… yeah”
There is an awkward silence
“Yeah… I’m, uh, I’m Pan”
She gives me a look.
“Yeah?”
“I mean… I don’t really like everyone, but I don’t want to be Bi.”
“... Oh. Well.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“... How long have you been exploring?”
I shrug. “I guess since I was created”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“... You know, You can stay here as long as you like”
I look at her “Really?”
She smiles and tilts her head. “I guess it can get lonely sometimes”
I blush a little.
“Oh... Yeah”
She rises up to her feet. “Well, it’s about time we go to sleep, yeah?”
“Yeah, good night”
I hesitate.
“Uh, Sprout?”
“Yeah?”
“... thanks. For everything.”
“... you’re welcome.”
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but i should say there is a diffrence between pan and bi
bi is liking everyone with a preference or having a preference for the genders they like, pan has no preferance for genders they like.
very similar but diffrent so just make sure your aware of that when writing
also she just does not like the Bi term SOO