rakuen | Introduction to computer programming

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Introduction to computer programming

Characters: Alex Furest and anyone from Fortitude
Format: Either!
This log is: open
Location: Fortitude computer lab
Summary: Alex is teaching another of his daily classes and figuring out that he's forgotten a number.
Warnings: Should be none~

Alex stands in front of the class, awkward as usual. This is his 17th class, and he still was not comfortable in front of the class. He fumbled with the textbook, "Ah, u-um c-could you a-all go ta chapter 2? I m-mean 3. P-page 48." It actually started on page 49, but that's the facing page, so who's counting?

"So, uh, t-today's functions a-and abstractions. S-so, uh, s-see if you c-can find some sub-programs in the things we've d-done, and... uh, lemme know." While he let people look at things they've already written for sub-programs, he busied himself again with a program for the PDA he has started working on.

((OOC: if anyone is interested in where I'm getting his lessons, I'm using this course as a guide for the lessons... not that anyone has to get technical or read any of it.))

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The first time Alex smiled at her, she felt a stab at her heart. She was wearing his sweatshirt, cuddling into it like it would somehow protect her. She started a new drawing, this one of herself and Alex, sitting together and holding hands. She was leaning against him, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks. She didn't look up at the real Alex again after that, afraid to look at him. Their last encounter had indeed hurt her pretty badly, but she didn't know what else she could do about that aside from try to deal with it. She kept her eyes on her drawing, adding surreal elements to the scenery around them, apparently they were sitting inside a computer. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears. He hadn't rejected her, she kept reminding herself. He just needed time, and that meant she needed to give him that time. Even if it hurt.

Alex managed to notice that drawing and blushed much like he was blushing in her depiction of him. He kept walking past her and busied himself helping another student. But she was just doodling, and he had told another student to actually do some work. He couldn't exactly just favour her because she is his friend and because he's afraid to talk with her right now.

He walks over later, swallowing, "B-Becca?" His voice squeaked a bit as he said her name, "d-did you, u-uh, f-find an e-example, o-or something you think's a-an example?" His eyes darted between the computer and the drawing, not quite looking at Becca, not that he was ever good at looking people in the eye.

She snapped her sketchbook shut the moment he walked over to her, a few tears slipping past and dripping onto the cover of the book. She refused to acknowledge them even enough to wipe her face, and forced herself to take a deep, shuddering breath. "No. I don't understand the material. I haven't understood the material for about fifteen classes. I should probably stop coming," she said, her voice shaking from the effort it took to keep her tears from showing up in her tone.

"N-no! I... I-I wanna help you ta learn it!" He groans a bit, not knowing what to do. He looked around the class anxiously before walking away and pulling out his PDA, typing on it for a second. He made a quick round of the row, and put his PDA on her desk. He had the notepad open on the phone and typed on it the message "Forest, across from the black dorm tower. 8pm"

He kept walking as if he had not slipped it to her, though he was clearly very nervous, starting to rant on the use of sub-programs

She deleted the message from the screen, but she remembered it. She'd be there at the right time, but as long as she was in class the best he'd get out of her was computer themed drawings.

That evening, she headed for the forest quite early, it was only half past seven when she went out there. She settled under a tree with a notebook in her lap, sketching herself as an angel with a flaming sword as she waited for him to come.

Alex is a bit late, wringing his hand as he heads over to her. He immediately regretted the choice of location he made. Sure, it was easy to find, close to the dorms, and private, but there was also a wide field he had to cross while Becca sat drawing.

It seemed to Alex to take hours to cross that field and he felt sick to his stomach with nervousness, but he kept marching on. It wouldn't be fair for him to abandon her there.

When he got close enough he spoke, albeit softly, "I-I'm sorry." His voice sounded dry and he coughed a bit, bowing his head in shame.

She'd noticed him coming from a ways off, but she kept her eyes on her paper and let him come to her, not wanting to rush him. Still, when his first words were an apology, she frowned deeply. She didn't want him to feel bad about any of this. She set her notebook aside and stood up, reaching out for his hand. "Don't be sorry..."

Alex doesn't take her hand; he doesn't even seem to notice her reaching for his. "I s-shouldn't've l-left you like that, but I w-was scared. I-I... I don't d-do well w-with my f-feelings, and, f-for it ta b-be so sudden... I p-panicked."

He takes a deep breath and smiles a bit at her, though he still looks pale and extremely nervous. "I h-had some t-time ta think about it, a-and, w-well, I think, I think I m-might like you too, b-but... I-I'm not exactly the best s-sorta person ta have a relationship."

She smiled back at him, though her face was still filled with concern. "Alex... I know that. It...was kind of obvious, given what we were talking about..." Her smile faltered, though she kept trying. "I don't care. You're damaged, I'm damaged, but... I like you anyway. I like you for you, damage and all."

Alex brings his thumb to his mouth, chewing on it a bit, but stopping long enough to say, "I-I dunno if I c-can do a relationship, Becca." His voice cracks a bit and he chews on his finger gently a bit more. He wrapped his arm around himself to hold onto his elbow. His breath was coming to him a bit strained, but he was doing his best to remain calm.

"I j-just get scared a-at the idea of having a r-relationship. I d-dunno why exactly, but..." He shakes his head, "I d-don't wanna h-hurt you..."

She closed her eyes, hanging her head. "Alex if this is about you then that's fine. If you're scared, then that's fine. You don't...have to do something you're not okay with. But don't...don't say it's about me. I knew the moment I spoke up that I was risking getting hurt, and... I was okay with that. I'd rather...rather try than never know. But...that's just me..."

Alex hung his head and slumped to the grass, swallowing hard. He stared intently at his knees, knowing full well that it was on him, that it was his issues that made him worried about having a relationship. He knew that there was one more thing he needed to tell Becca, and he couldn't quite look her in the eye.

He had been willing to try a relationship with another programmer he had met in his world, Kaylee. She had originally been against him and his friends, but he had managed to impress her with his computer skills as much as she impressed him, and she listened when he explained why he and his friends where doing what they had been- she even betrayed the C.R.P., a risky move- just for them. He liked to think it was for him.

But they hadn't been an official couple, so it's not like his growing feelings for Becca was cheating on her, but, as it stood now, "I-I... I h-have a c-confession too... B-back home, th-there's a g-girl, a p-programmer, like me. I had a c-crush on her, b-but we weren't t-together...

"R-right now, I f-feel about y-you l-like how I f-felt about her a-at first, b-but, w-well, if she showed up... I c-can't h-honestly say what I'd do." It was bad enough that he came with baggage, but to come with a crush on another girl, even though he liked Becca too, he was worried it would be a deal-breaker and hurt Becca even more.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. That was something she hadn't counted on hearing. And she couldn't hide that it brought tears to her eyes. Whoever this girl was, she had to be special if Alex wasn't going to pursue other relationships just on the off chance that she might show up.

"O-oh," she murmured, stumbling backwards a step. She didn't know what to say to him, didn't know that there was anything she could say that wasn't worthless. "I... I hope she comes soon, then. S-so you can be with her..."

She turned and fled, sobbing as she went, just needing to get away from him. It felt like she'd been stabbed in the gut and had everything inside ripped out.

Alex went running after Becca immediately. Having the advantage of longer legs he managed to catch up with Becca before long. He lunged for her wrist, pulling her back towards him with enough force she might fall right into his arms. He took her shoulders in his hands looking distraught, "B-Becca, I d-didn't s-say I w-wouldn't g-go out with you... I-I just, w-well, I'm worried, i-if she c-comes, things c-could get c-complicated. I d-don't want y-you ta b-be unprepared. I w-wouldn't want ta k-keep that from you, because, w-well," Alex went a deep shade of red, seeming to realize that she was close to him now and took a step back while holding onto her hand still.

"W-well, b-because I'm f-falling for y-you too."

She stared up at him, almost as if she didn't believe this was actually happening. Had she fainted and was she dreaming now? It sounded plausible. She took a deep breath, staring into his eyes as the tears streamed down her cheeks, panting for breath as she tried to make sense of what he was saying.

There weren't words to respond with, there just weren't. And though she knew touch was a hot-button issue for both of them, it was the only thing she knew to do. She leaned forward, trying to slide an arm around his waist. And if she could get a hold of him? She'd cling. She'd cling hard and just cry onto him.

Alex freezes for a moment, but relaxes, wrapping his arms around her and petted her hair gently. "D-did... d-did I s-say something wrong?" Why was she crying? He thought she would be happy to hear that.

"No. I just... Do you really mean it? I don't...want to trap you in something you don't want... I... I can get over it," she whimpered, clinging tightly to him. Her tears were lessening as he stroked her hair, though, relaxing at his gentle touch.

Alex smiles down at her, "I d-do, a-as long as you're o-okay with everything. I w-wanted ta m-make sure you don't h-have any surprises from m-me that c-could hurt you." He kept stroking her hair, since it seemed to help her not cry has hard.

"I... I am," she promised, finally drying her tears and instead simply relaxing lovingly against him. "As long as I can be with you...we can manage any bumps along the way."

Alex smiles a bit more widely, hugging her to him, "I-if y-you're r-really okay, th-then I'm g-glad to g-give us a shot."

She wanted to kiss him. Which was, for Becca, a really new and strange feeling. She'd never really been attracted to anyone before (longstanding crush on a certain fictitious (in her world at least) sparklepire not counting), and finding herself flooded with feelings regarding Alex was as confusing as it was elating.

She sighed happily, content to suppress that urge for the moment. Kissing was too much right now, she didn't want to spook him right when they first started out and he'd already said that it spooked him once. So she just nuzzled into him, content with his willingness and their closeness.

He smiles, letting her cuddle him without complaint. He actually seemed to be enjoying it, but a kiss would definitely send him fleeing. "Ah... u-um, s-so what d-do people d-do when they're g-going out?" He really had no idea how relationships worked at all.

"Go out on dates to do stuff, like out to dinner or out to the movies...spend time with each other, get to know each other," she murmured, staying close to him affectionately. "We could even just go to the park to sit around," she offered quietly. "Just...spend time together..."

"W-well, that sounds fun!" He smiles, "I-it doesn't s-sound so different from being friends." Which made things a lot less uncomfortable.

"Well, there is...the kissing part," she said quietly. "But we can wait on that. Wait till you're ready for it," she promised. "Even if it's a long time, I don't mind...."

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