Sorry. ( I'd tell you about the Bearstain Bear dreams, but I don't know if it'd be allowed past moderation... They would baseically be about Brother and Sister bear facing these really really really creepy monsters that are so ugly I don't even know how to describe them and I've nearly forgot what they look like exactly. It doesn't sound so bad now, but when I had those dreams it was scary enough. Still the thought of those monsters is disturbing. Yep. )
It's fine. (Ahh, that makes more sense. That's a twisted way to ruin the Bearstain Bears for you. It's funny how the cute kid shows can scare us the most and those memories will stick with us the longest. )
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.
Ah ok that makes more sense. I thought you ment you did it while folding laundry.
( 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.
“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.”
Putting her in danger and saving her, that's good.
Something is telling me there must be a least five other options here, but oh well that works I guess.
We rigged up my bedroom as best as possible, and Mateo delivered the invitation. I didn’t know at this point if I really wanted her to say yes. What was I getting myself into?
I was rescuing our friendship, that’s what. Friends. That’s all.
Somehow I didn’t even sound CONvincing to myself.
Mateo dropped in later. “She said no.”
A weight lifted off my shoulders. I could deal with some other time. I could procrastinate! It was euphoric! I felt I could fly!
“But I convinced her to come. She’s on for six.”
Panic settled back into my chest with alarming familiarity. “I can’t do this. I don’t…I don’t…what am I doing?”
See, told you I didn’t believe myself. It was only thirty seconds later and I was already second-guessing myself.
“Hey, pal, calm down.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “If you mess this up you will only be ruining your friendship with the only girl you’ve ever hit it off with, and incidentally, I might also give up on you. No pressure.”
“Hysterical.” I said, which ironically enough expressed my feelings.
“Just don’t spill the Gatorade and use your silverware.” He patted me on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go check on the food.” We had ordered Chinese. He stepped outside with his phone.
I wrung my hands, and started pacing. I don’t know how long I kept it up, but next I knew I almost ran over Celeste as she stepped in. “Hullo.” I said immediately.
“Hello.” She said, not quite icily, but still reserved. “You wanted to talk?”
“Um, yeah.” I said, not making a very great impression. “Wanna, uh, sit down?”
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Yep. 
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