So, I tend to write on my iPad, because it’s the most reliable device I’ve had up to this point. However, when I started Hate Date I wrote it on my brother’s PC (which has since become mine) because I was using it to code at the time and it was just easier to do them at the same time on the same device. When I continued it later on my iPad, I kept the beginning - with a few minor tweaks - but a lot of what came after the first break was changed completely. This was either accidental because I didn’t transfer everything, or on purpose because I liked the new direction better. In either case, I’d like to share the original text that I just stumbled across again. If I could have found a way to add it to the next chapter, I would, but it just wasn’t feasible. Oh well.
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Twenty minutes later, he still hasn't found Kylo. He's beginning to think the asshole is hiding from him when he spots a monochromatic tree of a man standing next to a bench, holding a piece of poster board with HUXY printed across it in big, bold, clear letters.
It's the middle of February and the man is wearing ripped skinny jeans, the rattiest hoodie Hux has ever seen, and converse. He looks like he should be stomping away from his disappointed parents growling, "It's not a phase, mom, GOD."
"Hell no." sent 1:22pm, 2/14/16
The man shifts the sign to one hand and forcibly pulls a cell phone from the confines of his skinny jeans. He looks at it for a second before pushing his hood down and looking around himself, grinning when his eyes land on Hux.
How does he even see through that mop? is Hux's only thought as the man- Kylo comes bounding towards him like an overexcited dog that's been let off its leash. He lands a couple feet from the Military History major in a rush of freezing air that has Hux pulling his coat closer.
"You're shorter than I thought you'd be."
"You look more like a sulky teenager than I thought you would." Hux huffs, standing a little straighter. "And you're not much taller than me."
"I could probably kiss your forehead standing normally."
Hux scowled. "Don't push your luck. I agreed to take you out, not public displays of affection."
"'Public displays of affection'?" Kylo's face scrunched up as he giggled. Giggled. Hux was becoming increasingly convinced he was about to spend the day with a fifteen year old. "How old are you, eighty?"
