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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.

Comments

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

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

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

...Really? You... think I'm awesome?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Why wouldn't I?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Most people don't.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Most people aren't as bright as I am.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Okay, this is definitely cheering him up.]

That's probably true. ...So you don't think I'm a kid?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I've never really thought about how old you are. You're not old enough to be my Daddy and you're young enough that I'd take you out to the bar.

How old are you?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I'm... [He hedges.] ...not sure if time works the same way here as it did back home, or where I am in the time stream compared to here, but I guess I'm twenty-one. ish. Basically.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'd definitely take you to the bar.

You busy now?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Are you serious?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Yeah but you've got to come pick me up. I'm not going out at night alone.

[ooc: Poor Neil, she might break his heart]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I mean, totally! I'll be right there?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'll get dressed up then. It'll be fun.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

I... cool, yeah. Fun.

[THIS IS SUDDENLY REALLY TERRIFYING. But Neil can at least manage to show up in something a little nicer than a t-shirt, comb his hair, and look semi-presentable (if somewhat nervous and sweaty).]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Just knock and I'll be ready to go.

[No worries. Lucy likes to dress up for dress up sake so she'll be happy even if he did show up in a t-shirt. And really, Lucy isn't expecting much. She just wants them both to have fun.]

[Switch to action~.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[People will say that sweaty palms can't be heard in a knock, but Neil will prove them wrong. Even the way he does that sounds nervous. Let this be the first indication of the severity of this situation he's got going on.]

[Action <3]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy answers the door dressed like this (http://www.polyvore.com/lucy_locke--night_out_with_neil/set?id=32438031). She's got her hair down all around her shoulders and down her back in loose curls. She nudges the giant dog away from the door, and squeezes out slightly breathless. She beams a smile at him.]

I would invite you in but we'd have to go through the whole thing with the dog shoving out the door. Anyway, ready to go?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Sure, totally.

[small awkward pause.]

You look, like, really good.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Lucy grins brightly at him, leans in and kisses his cheek, her arm sliding through his.]

You're sweet. Thank you. You look good too. [And she reaches up with her free hand and runs it through his hair, brushing it off his face.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, you have just discovered that Neil does in fact have eyebrows under that mop of hair. How about that.]

I-I do? [He gulps.] Thanks.

[Aaaaand where would we be without an awkward pause.]

So uh, where to?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. [He is absolutely adorable and she now endeavors to make him a little speechless and awkward in the future. She presses her lips together, considering this.]

How exactly do you feel about karaoke?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Never really done that. But uh, first time for everything, and all that, eh?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Karaoke then. I promise we'll get smashed before we start singing. [And she's leading the way, her arm looped through his.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

S-sure. Sounds good.

Do you uhmm, sing often?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

In the shower every morning. Sometimes while I'm cleaning the apartment. I'm horrible, hence needing the alcohol.

You?