Normal Norman: Treble Clef Chapter 3

>Day 10, because 9 was an uneventful day.
>Be Norman, as per usual.
>School has ended.
>You're outside, waiting for one's arrival...
>"Norman! Yo!"
>Brad runs up to you, still wearing those boxing gloves.
"Hey, Brad."
>"Hey, Norman, wanna do some Brota 2 tonight?"
"Sure, what time?"
>He puts his hands on your shoulders.
>"NOW."
"I got a music lesson, remember?"
>"Come on, can't you play hooky? Bros before hoes, man!"
>"Excuse me?"
>Oh shit, Octavia heard that last part.
"Hi, Octavia."
>"Hello, Norman. As for you, Mr. Boxing Gloves, care to repeat that?"
>"Nope! Why?"
"Brad, don't be a weenie."
>"I'm not a weenie for not wanting to say sexist things in front of your girlfriend!"
>"What?!"
"WHAT?!"
>Girlfriend? You're just friends with her!
>"Okay, okay. Fuckbuddies."
>A glare that would make Medusa stand down is fired by Octavia.
>"...Friends who happen to shag?"
>He is then thrown into a window.
>Damn, she's strong!
>"I'm fine! I landed on my gloves!"
>Nothing to worry about, in that case.
>"Well, Norman, shall we go?"
"Let's."

>This isn't her house.
>This is an ice cream shop!
>Octavia returns with two shakes, chocolate and vanilla.
"I thought we were practicing today!"
>"Norman, I honestly admire your want to improve, but you must remember that everyone needs to sleep at night."
>Wait, you get the day off?
>She slides you your shake, which you catch, as she raises her own shake.
>"To your dedication and successes!"
>CLINK!
>One clink later, you start enjoying your shake.
>Chocolatey. Milky. Shakey.
>God, you're horrible at describing things.
Just kidding, I'm the problem.
"Uh, Octavia?"
>She puts her shake down delicately.
>"Yes, Norman?"
"Sorry about my friend. His name is Brad Lionel, by the way."
I was watching Thundercats when I first came up with him, get off my back.
>"I see. I'll excuse him this time, considering that even I believe his punishment was a tad harsh."
>She smiles to herself.
"Nah, he kinda deserved it."
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Aren't you his friend?"
"Well, yeah. Why?"
>"Why would you suggest a harsher punishment?"
"Because he's my friend, and he'd let me get away with it."
>She remains silent for a moment.
>"I see..."
"You're saying it like you didn't know that. Haven't you had something similar with Vinyl?"
>"Well, yes and no."
"Elaborate?"
>"I'd rather not."
>Strange, but she's respected your privacy, so you'll do the same.
>The rest of the shakes are spent having small talk.

>Once you reach home, you decide to get to work.
>After horribly complicated and convoluted equations, you get on the PC.
>You love your Xbox, but Brad convinced you to at least try Dota 2.
>It's more fun than you expected, you'll say that much.
>You get on, and send Brad a message.
xX_420_ChillSN1P3RZ_420_Xx(You): You there brah?
orpheusOrigins: for fucks sake change your username
xX_420_ChillSN1P3RZ_420_Xx: Why? I like it
orpheusOrigins: i dont
xX_420_ChillSN1P3RZ_420_Xx: Well, sucks to be you.
xX_420_ChillSN1P3RZ_420_Xx: That said, got your mic?
orpheusOrigins: yeah let me set up teamspeak
>You both get on Teamspeak.
>"Uh, Norman?"
"No, I'm not changing my username."
>"I wasn't going to ask, I swear! I just wanted to say sorry for being a douche to what's-her-face!"
"It's cool, she understands. Sort of."
>"I take it you helped in that?"
"Yeah."
>"Thanks dude."
"No problem."
>You are in a match, next thing you know.
>"Top."
"I'll take Bot."
>"No, go Jungle. Your Hero's good at Jungle."
>So it says.
"Alright, Jungle it is."
>After buying your items, it's 30 seconds to showtime...

>One failed match later, Brad has booted your ass off Teamspeak while blaming you for all the evils in the world.
>Considering the time, you should turn in early.
>You try to fall asleep, but jackshit happens.
>At least, until you hear a voice.
>"Mmmm...Tavi~"
>"Come here, Scratch..."
>dafuq?
>You get up and do some investigating.
>Outside of your room, you see a naked Octavia and Vinyl Scratch making out.
>This is fucking hot.
>Yet it makes you...mad?
>"Having problems, Norman?"
>Flash...?