Alright, sorry it took me so long, but I got about a BIJILLON questions guys. I’m glad your enthusiastic, but this was like insane! Not just that but school is so busy, I practically passed out in class today because I’m not getting enough sleep apparently. :P
Anyways, so here we are, with all the questions and there answers!
F: Ok so to make this easy I’m going to group questions with people so here’s the statistics:
9 questions for Max!
M: Heck yeah!
F: 8 questions for Summer…
S: Wait? What? I didn’t think I was going to have to answer any questions. I’m not good with public speaking… or speaking my mind… or speaking my mind in public… oh no.
F: 2 to 3 questions for Deanna
D: How is that possible?
F: 14 questions for Will
W: HELL YEAH! TAKE THAT MAX! I JUST KICKED YOUR-
M: NO CUSSIN’ IN MY HOUSE!
F: For the last time this is the INTERNET!
M: …well the internet is MY HOUSE. SO NO CUSSIN IN IT!
F: You. Are. Hopeless.
M: Yeah, I get that a lot.
F: Anyways, there’s also 1 question for Fredrick.
Fred: …
W: …
S: …
D: …
M: Who? What? Why?
F: And lastly three questions for me.
M: Cool.
F: Just so you know, they’re mostly death threats-
M: Hahaha, sucks for you!
F: They’re aimed at you.
M: …dang.
F: Yeah. ANYWAYS, let’s begin with the questions for Max!
Ok so Max, user BrookeWillis asks; Do you ever thing you could fall for Summer, or have you ever thought about committing to her?
M: That’s a toughie. But yeah, I mean, I did think about it once… but it just won’t work out.
F: Why not?
M: You know why.
F: I do?
M: Well aren’t you the writer? Aren’t you planning this stuff out ahead of time?
F: I am?
M: Oh God, who on earth decided to let this kid be the author?!? She’s only just now 15 as of like 4 months ago… to immature for this sort of thing…
F: It was 8. And take that back or I will erase you from my word document, and change your name to Flarthingar… the third.
M: Psshh. You wouldn’t dare.
F: Wanna bet?
Flarthingar the 3rd: OK! I TAKE IT BACK!
F: Good to know who holds the keyboard in this novel…
M: *cough TYRANT cough*
F: What?
M: Oh nothing.
