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[ijustlivehere]

I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself. I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You're not going to end up alone.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

How do you know?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Because I'm a girl and I know that your awesome and someone will see that one of these days.

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen read it, alright. But he's not entirely sure what to do when your best friend spills his guts about relationships over a public network. In true Stills fashion he's going to ignore it completely, and never bring it up again. He's also making Neil's favourite food for dinner.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil would expect nothing less, and appreciates it. He isn't sure why he's telling anyone about this anyway, and is pretty sure he doesn't actually want to discuss it. Awesome food is so much less awkward than some touchy heart-to-heart.]

[totallyinaband]

[Not talking about feelings is what we do in the Stills-Nordegraf household. Clearly it work out for them great.]

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

[There's quiet on the air for a moment]

Sometimes ulterior motives is what we get.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Sure. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

It does.

[adamantined]

How old are you?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Uh... twenty-one-ish, I guess. I'm not really sure how stuff works here. Like, if I should count my birthdays based on the City's time stream, or if I should base it on what it'd be back home. But yeah, basically twenty-one.

[adamantined]

I count it based on the City's time stream. You're living here, so why not? And I'm never getting older, so what does it matter?

But anyway, you shouldn't let bad experiences make you think that you're going to end up alone. It's easy to get bogged down in them, but you're twenty-one, and you're a guy. I think by the rules of life you aren't even supposed to be thinking about forever at this point.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

How old are you, though?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Twenty-one, I guess. It's kind of weird since time is different here than it was at home when I left, but I think I'll stick with this place's calendar for now.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

S'ppose that makes sense, yeah. Since we're here now.

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[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

It's nice to have friends though, right? Friends are good.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Well... sure. Friends are good. But I mean, not just friends, for the rest of forever.

[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

Someday you're gonna get hit in the face with love, before you even know it it's gonna be like boom! ...without any of the pain that normally comes with boom.

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

I think that's a common fear.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Really? It seems like most people do just fine. Or at least, better than I do.

[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

Most people do. Some of us are socially inept. And both types can be afraid of being alone.

[Voice]

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

So- what's a friend zone?

[OoC: Speaking of dating, I just saw the blind date thing; Demyx and Neil are together, how do you wanna do this?]

[Voice]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

It's that magical imaginary place you go when someone wants to let you know that they don't want to kiss you, ever. Like, ever.

[ooc: omg yes i saw that too! we should probably figure out a location and stuff so we can make a post or something? i guess let's either PM out the details or you can contact me via pretty much any IM thingie that's convenient for you.]

[Meant to be a Voicemail the day AFTER this]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's me. I'm just calling to see if you're okay with the whole not being a virgin anymore thing.

Call me later or text me, whatever.

[Later in the day, Neil will also get a bouquet of multi colored condom balloons.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[And, because Neil is Neil, he will obsess and overanalyse, and second-guess anything he could possibly say in response. And just when he's worked out what he actually wants to say, the bouquet will arrive, and he will launch into obsessing and overanalysing anew. (Also he will promptly stash it where he knows Stephen Stills won't ever see it-- he doesn't really want to answer the questions that would arise from that.
All this is to say, Lucy won't get a reply until much later in the day. And when she does, it will be in the form of a text message.]