Sorry this one took a while - I am sick, and also, ashamedly, I got stuck. Still, here it is!
So, let’s get that romantic outfit.
Very retro (or horrendously clashing, take your pick.)
Time for the date! The disco is in the mall and looks like this:
Look who’s here! (GIRLY SCREAMING)
Let’s talk to our hunk. Or not.
See, this is where I got stuck for a while. We need to get a ‘romantic’ outfit, and the boy won’t talk to us until we do, but trying to find said outfit with no direction or help took a while, as you can only see if your outfit works at 9pm. This means you have to wait for the game minutes to tick by about 10 hours (Which is roughly 10 minutes realtime) until you can see if you got it right.
Also, this is the only hint you get:
What I’m trying to justify to you here is that yes, I got stuck on My Boyfriend, but it was totally excusable and not shameful at all. Not a bit.
Eventually I did work it out, and we end up with this beautiful ensemble:
The granny look returns
So, let’s go meet up with the boy for our date!
Dream Guy: Hello. You look stunning.
Yeah i better fucking do after all that
Me: Thankyou, that is very kind of you.
Dream Guy: OK! Let’s go in!
Doorman: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Do come in and I hope you enjoy yourselves!
But then we don’t go in, and instead just have a nice chat with our guy: (I guess they couldn’t be bothered to render a disco)
Um. Ok, I’m either really really missing something here, or this is entirely random and has no prior context. (If I’m forgetting something, someone please remind me.)
I picked ‘Your company’ from a Ip-Dip-Doo rhyme.
Me: I think it’s great here! And now you’re here too: How could it not be fabulous!
Dream Guy: Hey! I usually give you the compliments!
Ummm…hm. Not being a master of flirting, I went to the most ~rebel~ sounding one, being ‘Party Animal’:
Me: That’s it! I think I will come here every night from now on! I’ll party the night away and even bunk off school the next morning.
This would be rebellious if we actually, you know, went to school at all.
Dream Guy: I had no idea you were like that. Are you sure you want to do that?
This was apparently the wrong choice, because then we’re pushed back to the beginnings of this conversation. This time, I went with ‘Free time’.
Me: What else do you do in your free time? I mean, when you’re not out dancing with a gorgeous chick like me?
Dream Guy: I really want to go travelling in the holidays. I do various student jobs to earn the money to do it. It’s hard work, but it’ll be worth it.
NONONONONO. You’re a rebel! Get the money from an old ladies handbag! Break into a bank! Smash your little sisters piggybank!
Disappointment aside, more options:
Me: Student jobs? That is so dull! Shopping, partying and hanging out; I want to enjoy my free time!
Dream Guy: You should grow up a bit. You have to do some hard work to achieve your goals. I thought you’d understand…
…Ok they need to rename that option ‘horrible person’. This time, let’s go with ‘level-headed’:
Me: That’s fine if you have goals. But it’s much more important to have time for work and time for play!
Dream Guy: You’re right! Shall we hit the dance floor again?
Then an atom appears, which means it’s time for a minigame:
I wish I could get a recording of the music here for you guys. I thought the last tune was bitty and weird, but this one REALLY is. Random, stray notes fly by my ears with nary a backwards glance.
So, as for the actual game,
You watch the boy dance (or more, collapse to the floor and jerkily appear standing again) and a pattern is drawn on the bottom. You have to trace it, and voila, dancing.
Indeed we did, indeed we did.
So, awkward dance sequence over, what does our boy have to say?
Me: Aaahh, that was an amazing evening!
Dream Guy: The DJ plays some really amazing tunes! I couldn’t stop dancing!
Me: Yeah! The atmosphere was intense! It’s quite late, I better get home.
Dream Guy: I had a great time tonight too! See you!
We wake up the next morning with a text from our best friend.
Let’s go! As always, she’s in the garden.
Me: Ah, it was just delightful! The evening was fantastic! It couldn’t have been more wonderful!
Best Friend: I’m so pleased for you! So what did you two lovebirds do?
Me: We danced and laughed! Oh, it was incredibly good! I can’t wait to see him again.
Best Friend: He seems to be a real fairytale prince! Stick with it, sweetie!
Me: I will! And what are you up to today?
Best Friend: I thought we could go play badminton! It’s a wonderful day.
It took me a while to find the badminton pitch, but here we are:
Me: Do you know what I was thinking? Maybe I should get a student job?
Best Friend: This is not like you, sweetie…has it perhaps got something to do with a certain someone?
Me: No, No..well…Perhaps a bit! I would really like to use the money to buy this chic dress…
Best Friend: Aha…So you would like to look chic…for a certain someone!
Me: Now stop that! Can you see through me that easily?
Best Friend: Come on superstar! Your serve!
(Am I the only one who ships bestfriend/main more than rebel/main)
Then it’s watching meters fill up time once more.
Then we receive another one of our suspicious guidance texts:
Perhaps! Let’s go check it out. But when we get there:
Ok, so we traipse alllllllll the way back to our house.
Mother: Provided your school marks don’t suffer as a result, I think that’s a wonderful idea darling.
Me: Don’t worry mum. I know school work comes first.
WE DONT HAVE ANY SCHOOL WORK
Mother: A friend of mine says that her niece helps out in the library. I also heard that they’re looking for some help in the mall cafe.
Me: That doesn’t sound bad at all. I will ask around, I’m sure I’ll find something soon!
Mother: At your age I also started to be more responsible. I am proud of you my darling!
Now that we’re done with that thrilling and plot-integral discussion, to the library!
…Or not. Forgot to talk to dad.
Father: That sounds excellent darling! I have no problem with that at all. Do you have anything in mind?
Me: Well, I wanted to ask around. Perhaps you could suggest something?
Father: Our neighbour drives through the countryside so often he is bound to want someone to clean his car. Or you could walk the neighbour’s dog? What prompted this?
Well you see dad, there’s this rebel guy and I really want his di-
Me: Well, I wanted to top up my allowance a little, and a student job sounded like a good idea!
Father: I think it’s really adult of you to want to be more responsible! My little girl will soon be all grown up.
Ok, NOW to the library?
Look who’s here!
We can’t do anything with him though, so to the library it is.
Dream Guy: Hey don’t talk rubbish…no… I’m not buying that from you, pal!
Friend: …You bet! You’ll soon see me, matey! She won’t be able to resist me…
Oh no, looks like our guy is in some trouble! Not sure what kind of trouble exactly, though.
Me: …Isn’t that…?
Passer-by: Hey, your friend has some very strange ideas. Just listen to this!
Friend: How much do you bet that I can get with your new flame’s best friend? I’ll make her fall in love with me!
MY BOYFRIEND DS JUST GOT REAL, DAMN.
Dream Guy: Just listen to yourself! You don’t bet on things like that!
Passer-by: But I do! I bet you ten quid that you won’t be able to do it!
Oh passer-by, your interest in teen politics never ceases to amuse me.
Friend: Great! The money is good as mine!
Me: This can’t be true…I still don’t believe it…
I can’t explain what my reaction tho this was except sobbing, heaving laughter. It’s like Spongebob trying to run a divorce subplot. I just didn’t expect it at all. This was literally my face for about ten minutes:
We get a text.
Oh ok, so we don’t really care that we literally just overheard our bestie being betted for. MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT.
WILL OUR BEST FRIEND BE OK? WILL OUR DREAM GUY HELP US? IS THIS THE STUPIDEST GAME EVER.
FIND OUT IN PART 7, COMING SOON.