I decided to challenge myself. This story (minus this intro and outro) would be filled with short, simple sentences. It might be choppy, as I am more used to writing longer sentences. This is more of a test/experiment than anything else.

The sun was setting. George sighed. It was only 6 o' clock. Dinner was going to get served. Then there was a call to be made. No big deal. It was going to be hard to do so. A call to his crush would be excruciating.

He turned around. The mirror told him he looked okay. Brown fur. Big ears. Nose leaf. Brownish-black eyes. Wing/hand fusion. The bat never felt so self-conscious. His hair may need more brushing.

'It's just a call. No need to be so scared. It's not like she hates you.'

A small voice said otherwise.

“SHE IGNORES YOU GEORGE!"

He cringed at that. It hurts. It's true. Ouch.

'No use thinking about it.'

The bat jumped off his perch. That sounded like a good idea. Thinking about her would make it worse. Maybe it would let him hang up. Or not call. It certainly would not do. Thinking of the special night would scare him. PROM NIGHT.

He walked to his bed. On it was his headset. That certainly helped in awkward situations. Hold on. Social situations. That headset helped him in social situations.

He picked it up.

'Would it help? Calling her? Would she say yes?' These sort of thoughts went about his head.

'Would I seem like I have no balls to ask her in person*?'

The thought just jumped at him. It seemed so strange to think that. Of course he has balls. Asking her out in person was another matter.

His mind pondered all sorts of outcomes. He stared out the window while doing so. It was getting dark. His desk was not glaring. The rain was pittering and pattering his window. Mom was talking on the phone. Dad was watching television. Sia was listening to music. A normal day.

Another sigh left his mouth. His brother would certainly help him. He had helped him with math. He helped with all sorts of things. But not now. He was gone.

George shook his head. Nervousness left his brain a mess. Anxiety too.

'You need to help yourself. Dad would rather yell. Mom would just tease. Sia would be a pain.' His crush made him feel better.

The young bat looked back outside. His headset was in his wing-hands now. Her voice was always so soothing. It made him melt. A bit of a jerk though. That didn't stop him from loving her. They were considered 'almost friends'. They found each other together. No words were exchanged. Thus the 'almost friends' status.

The sound of a flushing toilet took him out his reverie. He looked at the door. Footsteps were heard. George looked away. He wondered if she'd say yes.

“Lights out! Time for bed! Tomorrow is school!"

The juvenile bat listened immediately. He was never one to break rules. Except for some. Like calling at night.

George picked up his guts. He picked up his head piece too. It was time for the call. The moment he was dreading for. The moment he wanted to happen. It was going to happen.

The ringing started.

“Hello?"

… Aaaaaaannnnd I'm done. :3 For now, that is. I like where this is heading. Young love. Or at least a yearning for love at a young age. I hope you liked this. I might put the other parts up tomorrow. Also, I wrote this on the fly and there might be a few mistakes, so please point them out if you want.