08: Conjunction

September 20, 2013 in Grammar and Conventions, lau0601 by lau0601

Tiffany just about fell out of the door in her haste to leave the classroom. Just one more minute of Calculus and she would have been ready to show those stupid integrals that sometimes, limits do exist. Lunch. Please. Lunch.

“Hey, Tiffany!”

She looked up to see two girls from her class waving at her. “Hi.”

The one with the green bag smiled. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Um, no.” Tiffany cleared her throat. “Um, have you guys eaten?”

“Nope! We were just about to head over to grab some food. You want to come with us?”


Okay. Okay, Tiffany, you can do this. She took an imperceptibly deep breath and smiled as bravely as she could. As the two girls – they really were very nice – walked with her to the cafeteria, she did her best to participate in their conversation.

Why was she so awkward. Why.

She managed quite admirably, she thought, by the time they arrived at the cafeteria.

“Ooh, here’s a free table. Let’s sit here!”

Tiffany put her tray down and sat. The girl next to her turned and asked, “So, Tiffany, I’ve actually always wondered about this. Where do you usually write your stories? My roommate is always so noisy, I can’t write anything – of course, I’d never be able to write anything like your stories.”

“Excuse me?” The girl across the table, with the green bag, looked up indignantly. “I’m a perfect roommate, thank you very much.”

Tiffany smiled shyly. “Um, I write them anywhere. Sometimes in my room, sometimes in the library, sometimes outside. I guess it’s different for everyone?”

The two girls nodded. “That makes sense. I guess I should maybe move around and see which one works best, right?”

“Yes, I think that would be helpful,” said Tiffany. “I’m sure your writing is amazing!” She cautiously took a bite of her food, not knowing what else to say.

Green Bag choked on her food. “Tiffany, her stuff…you might want to read it before you say that.”

As the other girl glared at Green Bag, a voice interrupted their conversation. “Sorry, is anyone sitting here?”

Tiffany looked up to see Taeyeon gesturing to the seat across from her.

“Taeyeon?” What in the world? After the ice-cream meeting from a week ago, Tiffany had not seen her editor around campus or spoken to her via email. Now that Taeyeon was suddenly standing there in front of her, she didn’t know what to think.

“Hello. May I sit here?”

Tiffany realized that her mouth was wide open. “Oh! Um, no, it’s open.”

As Taeyeon settled down, introducing herself to the two other girls, Tiffany felt confused, confused as to why Taeyeon was here – but also a sense of relief at the sight of a familiar face. Well, okay, not that familiar, but she felt a little better. Maybe it was because she was now only in charge of a fourth of the conversation instead of a third – wait, no. No more math.

The rest of the meal passed by quickly and Tiffany was pleasantly surprised at how easy it seemed to be to converse with people. Taeyeon was really good at it, and watching her, Tiffany was also able to participate and not feel like a lump of wood. And as they rose to leave, she found herself genuinely sad that the lunch was over.

“It was nice meeting you, Taeyeon! And Tiffany – good luck! We’re waiting on your next piece!”

They waved until the two had disappeared around the corner. Tiffany let out a sigh and turned to Taeyeon. “Thank you.”

Taeyeon raised her eyebrows. “Hmm?”

“For, I don’t know, making that a lot less awkward?”

“Why was that so awkward?”

Tiffany shrugged. “I just…I’m not very good at talking to people.”

“Well, you’re talking to me now, aren’t you?”

“You don’t count.”

Taeyeon spluttered. “What?”

“I’ve spoken to you before!”

“Once. Just once, Tiffany.”

Tiffany thought about it. Hmm. That’s right – it was only once. “Well, then, I suppose you must not be a person then.”

“Oh, wow. Okay, I see how it is. This is how you treat people who work their butts off to help you.”


Taeyeon gave her a long look, and then she grinned. “Nice, Hwang. You’re getting a little quicker.”

“I try.”

“Okay then, keep trying! I’ll see you around, I have class now.”


Tiffany grinned as her short editor waved noncommittally and walked off. She still couldn’t believe it – after so many unanswered emails, here she was, Kim Taeyeon in the flesh. Two abrupt meetings, just two, but…well, it was a good start.

Oh shoot. Class.

To: taepeapea999@xmail.com
From: fanylovespink@xmail.com
Subject: Christmas story
Attachment: dec10.doc
Hey Peapeatae!
Here’s the last chapter of the series. I tried to give the ending as much closure as I could, but I’m still not really satisfied with how it’s going. HELP PLS. Oh, and thanks for eating ice cream with me last time, and lunch yesterday as well!
To: fanylovespink@xmail.com
From: taepepea999@xmail.com
Subject: re: Christmas story
It’s taepeapea999, thank you. You can’t forget the 999 because I’m “ku ku ku”! ^^ As for the meeting, I should be the one thanking you for the free ice cream. So, thanks! And yeah, you gotta work on your comebacks.
I’ll have the edits done by tomorrow morning.
To: taepeapea999@xmail.com
From: fanylovespink@xmail.com
Subject: re: Christmas story
Attachment: dec10-revised.doc
Yo Peapeatae,
You replied! You’re replying! Someone call the police! What have you done to Peapeatae, impostor? D:
Anyway. I’ve looked it over again, and made the edits. Help me see if this is okay? Also, I think your pen is kind of running out of ink, it was a bit hard to read your scribbles. Do you need a new one? I have lots of pink pens! 😀
To: fanylovespink@xmail.com
From: taepepea999@xmail.com
Subject: re: Christmas story
This is what I will call you if you keep calling me Peapeatae. So, Butt, be careful what you say. And yes, I know the pen was dying but no thank you, I have lots of red pens. No pink. Thanks.
Also, it seems like this edit’s pretty close to being the last one. Next time, send me your entire story, all three chapters of it.
To: taepeapea999@xmail.com
From: fanylovespink@xmail.com
Subject: re: Christmas story
Attachment: final.doc
Yo Peapeatae,
Call me whatever you want, Butt’s fine. At least I’m not peepee HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Here’s the final, final version! I’m so excited – hope it’s all good! And thanks for reading this over for me again and again. You must be so bored of it >< and OMG did you see that giant pink rubber ducky in the quad today? It was so cute!!!!
Butt <3
To: fanylovespink@xmail.com
From: taepepea999@xmail.com
Subject: re: Christmas story
Enormous Butt,
It’s all good, I’m not going to print anything out. Send it to Yuri :] Congratulations!
And yes, I did see the ducky. It was meh. Very big though.

“Taeyeon said it’s ready for printing?” Yuri swallowed her food.


“Okay, then. I’ll trust her judgment. And wow, this is weird. I actually haven’t read your story yet.”

Tiffany grinned as she chased an elusive grain of rice around her plate. “I hope you like it! We spent a lot of time on it.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will. And actually, I’ve wanted to ask this for a while. How’s it going with that midget? Working together okay?”

“Yup! She’s really helpful, and she picks out things that you never did.” Tiffany raised an eyebrow accusingly.

“Well, thank goodness I’m not reading through your stuff anymore, then.”

“I’m glad too.”

“Thank you for your gratitude. I’m really feeling it right now, Miss Hweng.”

Tiffany laughed and pushed Yuri, causing the editor to nearly drop her fork.


“Eat, you noob.”

Yuri wiped her mouth and pushed her plate away from herself. “Watch who you’re calling a noob, Hweng. You don’t want to lose your job now, do you?”

“Whoa, I never knew you were such a bully, Corn Yul.” Tiffany watched as Yuri dug around in her bag as if she was looking for something. “What are you even doing?”


Yuri pulled a stack of papers out of her bag and dumped it dramatically onto the table. Tiffany pulled one out and looked at it.

“What’s this?”

Yuri sat back, looking very pleased with herself. “This, my friend, is your next assignment.”

“What?” Tiffany dropped the paper. “But I just finished one! And that one was extra long!”

“Relax, Tiffany. This isn’t due until next year…except next year is next month! Isn’t that genius? December, December! Such a nice word.”

Tiffany ignored Yuri, instead picking up more papers and glaring at them. “So what is this?”

“These are comments off Facebook. Like, the social networking site, because I know you don’t really know how to use it.”

“Yuri,” said Tiffany dangerously.

“Sorry.” Yuri coughed. “So, these are what your readers have been saying about your stories. Some of them are just their thoughts, but I’ve noticed that some readers actually have some pretty good ideas for stories.”


“I’d like for you to turn some of these ideas into stories.”


Yuri held up a hand. “I know you don’t like writing to prompts so I’m only asking you to write one for every other week. It’s not as easy as writing from scratch, but trust me, it will really help your writing.”

“I don’t know about this.”

“No worries, talk to Taeyeon first, and if you really don’t think you can do it, tell me and you won’t be forced to do this. I’m just thinking that it will be a great way for you to connect with the readers, you know? And you can work on your skills too.”

Tiffany sighed, looking at the papers in her hands. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”

To: taepeapea999@xmail.com
From: fanylovespink@xmail.com
Subject: D:
Peapeatae WHASSUP?
I actually have a bit of a problem. Yuri wants me to write stories based off readers’ ideas, but I’ve never done that before. What if they ask me to write something super hard and I can’t pull it off well? I don’t know. Should I say yes?
Ginormous Butt
To: fanylovespink@xmail.com
From: taepepea999@xmail.com
Subject: re: D:
I think I understand what you’re thinking, and I agree that it’s hard. The choice ultimately lies with you, but I genuinely believe that you can do a good job with this kind of assignment. Trust me! Also, I’ll be here to butcher your writing, so don’t worry about not pulling it off well. I swear on my professional pride as your editor that I’ll do everything I can to help you with this. And hey, don’t worry about it! You have a month to try it out, since the Christmas story will take up the three weeks that you usually spend writing.
I think you should say yes. It could be really fun!

Tiffany stared at her screen for a moment, and then allowed a small smile to appear on her face. Very well then.

Here comes trouble.