Please, by all means, give it a talking to. The stupid thing works with every website except the LMBEs right now. The CONputer lab ain't the same as my bedroom...for starters I CON't do laundry while posting.
You do laundry while posting!?! I'm impressed.
See, I have to put my laundry in the washer, and then wait half an hour to put it in the dryer, then wait 45 minutes to take it out... It's a very precise science.
Got it figured out. I just gotta write parts on my non-functioning laptop, then email them to myself, and post them at the CONputer lab. Where there's a will, there's a way. Here's moar.
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“So, Mateo, I’ve got a problem.” I said, after everybody had finally gone home. The sun was rising in the east window, if that gives you any idea of how long I had been working on this conversation.
“Oh, yes, I bet you do.” He said. “Now, the real question is: is there only one?”
“Shut up and help a guy out.” I said.
“Sure thing.” He said, flopping onto the couch next to me. “Lay it on me.”
“Celeste flipped out.”
“Oh, yes, I bet she did.” Mateo said.
“Shut up.” I said again. “Not helpful.”
He still had a stupid grin plastered on his face. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Like, she really flipped.” I said. “I don’t know if she ever wants to see me again!”
“Did you expect a different reaction…?” Mateo said. “You just turned her world upside down. I bet she’s ripping down posters right now, and screaming, and kicking the walls, and probably crying.” He shrugged.
“I just…I didn’t realize…ugh, why did this go so wrong!” I said. “I was so oblivious.”
“Welcome to being a guy. We kind of live in a state of happy oblivion.” Mateo propped his feet up on a coffee table. “It’s honestly not so bad, until we get dragged out of it.”
“You’re just full of helpful little tidbits today, aren’t you?” I growled.
“Hey, she was so worked up about your big face-reveal that she totally forgot to be mad at me, so I’m just kind of reveling in the calm before the storm.” He grinned. “Trust me, it’ll go bad with me once she’s over you. I’m the friend who knew, and never told.”
“You were just being loyal to the secret.”
“That’s not something she’ll get.” He shook his head. “Anyways…what courses of action are you considering at this point? Do any of them involve flowers?”
“A couple.” I admitted. “But I feel like I need something more potent than shrubbery.”
“Never underestimate flowers.” Mateo shook his head wisely. “More wars have been prevented by flowers than peace treaties.”
“So, flowers?” I asked, hopefully.
“No.” he said simply. “She’s chuck ‘em right back at your face with a cutting remark.”
( I actually read this yesterday when I was at a young adult group thing for church. I didn't feel like talking to anybody so I was like " I'm reading this now." I wonder if anyone was wondering why I was grinning at my phone so much. )
I must live in some sort of state of oblivion, because I don't have a clue about peoples' relationship stuff and general drama until somebody points it out. That could be because I'm never involved though, just a spectator.
Great part.
I'm holding onto my role as a spectator for as long as possible. My friends keep trying to wear me down though.
“I have sisters, and I know Celeste. Try it if you doubt me, by all means.”
I slumped further into the couch cushions. “What do you advise then?”
“Well, now…that’s a stumper.” He sat doing some very deep-thinking while I expectantly leaned forward on my elbows. “There’s not a whole lot of good options here…you could wait for it to blow over, it likely would…but that might take four years or so.”
“Four years?” I asked, incredulous.
“It’s gotta be far enough in the past that you guys have almost completely forgotten about each other, meet each other in an airport, and then laugh about that old squabble while catching up.”
“And that’s even an option?” I asked.
“Hey, I said your pickings were slim.” Mateo shrugged. “You’re the guy who blundered big, not me.”
“What else have I got?”
“Romantic dinner.” He said. “Just you two.”
My eyes widened. “Romantic?”
“That’s where you all are headed, right?”
Four years of them not seeing each other and than catching up. Would that even work?...
Those last few lines!
It'd be worth a shot.
I'm torn between thinking this new plot development is awful or great.
“Like, she really flipped.” I said. “I don’t know if she ever wants to see me again!”
“Did you expect a different reaction…?” Mateo said. “You just turned her world upside down. I bet she’s ripping down posters right now, and screaming, and kicking the walls, and probably crying.” He shrugged.
“I just…I didn’t realize…ugh, why did this go so wrong!” I said. “I was so oblivious.”
“Welcome to being a guy. We kind of live in a state of happy oblivion.” Mateo propped his feet up on a coffee table. “It’s honestly not so bad, until we get dragged out of it.”
*Snip*
“Hey, she was so worked up about your big face-reveal that she totally forgot to be mad at me, so I’m just kind of reveling in the calm before the storm.” He grinned. “Trust me, it’ll go bad with me once she’s over you. I’m the friend who knew, and never told.”
“You were just being loyal to the secret.”
“That’s not something she’ll get.” He shook his head.
*snip*
Ah yes, once again the most prevalent of the troubles between two camps that can't seem to coexist or leave each other alone rears its imponderable head. This showcases the most turbulent of moments between the relationship clueless Alejandro and the provoked Celeste. Tis' a shame, she was starting to come around too.
The story much have CONflict, or I would've left them alone.
Ack, I don't have enough time to get caught up anywhere nowadays. Anyways, moar shall be following this post. I'll rescue the missed quote chains some other time.
“Yeah, a couple hundred or so you missed, incidentally.”
“Oh no. Oh no no no.” I repeated, rubbing my hands through my hair. “This is not at all what…no no no…not what I had in…oh, I don’t know!” I threw up my hands.
“Well, if you’re just friends, then we’re good.” He said. “Give it about four years, and then take a lot of flights.” He pulled out his gaming rig, and booted up the game.
I flipped it back off. “No.”
“No what?” He said.
“That does not work.” I said forcefully.
“Then…romantic dinner?” He asked.
I winced. “Is there no other way…?”
“Well, we could try saving her life, but that’d involve putting her in danger first.”
“Yeah, a couple hundred or so you missed, incidentally.”
“Oh no. Oh no no no.” I repeated, rubbing my hands through my hair. “This is not at all what…no no no…not what I had in…oh, I don’t know!” I threw up my hands.
“Well, if you’re just friends, then we’re good.” He said. “Give it about four years, and then take a lot of flights.” He pulled out his gaming rig, and booted up the game.
I flipped it back off. “No.”
“No what?” He said.
“That does not work.” I said forcefully.
“Then…romantic dinner?” He asked.
I winced. “Is there no other way…?”
“Well, we could try saving her life, but that’d involve putting her in danger first.”
I sighed. “Bring on the candles, I guess.”
Poor thing, I would feel bad for him if it wasn't what he's been needing.
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I wonder if anyone was wondering why I was grinning at my phone so much. 
Tis' a shame, she was starting to come around too. 
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