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anxiety problems."
And there it is. I somehow knew the subject would come up. He slaps his hands on his legs, to make the action of standing up seem more dramatic, and walks to the fridge. He bends down to grab a soda. He continues to look around the fridge, probably for something to eat, and yells with his back still turned to me, "Good luck tomorrow, can't wait to meet him."
Then he grabs an apple and a string cheese and heads to his room, without noticing how what he'd said made me feel. Fuck anxiety. I did just fine. I even got a date. I'm getting better, I can feel it. But I don't need reminders.
Re-Directing, Re-Decorating and Re-Dating
Mercy Me- Alkaline Trio
Rigbee
I'm nervous. In the good way. Roman's on his way, and I don't feel any attacks coming on at all, I am excited. I haven't had a real attack in a while, not even one since my strange infatuation with Roman came to be. There's something about him, I feel like I know him already even though I don't. He's comfortable to be around, and like I said when I first saw him, there's a pull to him I can't escape. I think I might believe in love at first sight now. I always thought the idea was ridiculous. Most people would, until it happens to them.
The sound of my cell snaps me out of my thoughts, the name Roman lights up the screen. A phone call right now can't be good, maybe he is cancelling after all. He's supposed to be here in a few minutes, so why else would he be calling?
I'm reluctant to answer. "Hello?"
"Buh … Bee?" his voice says, stuttering.
"Yeah?"
"Did you say … uh … you lived off of Holly Rd?" he asks with humor.
"Yeah, off of the I-75 expressway."
"Ahh, shit, well that explains it."
"What's going on?" I drag my words out, getting a bit worried.
"I live by US-23 and went to the Holly Rd exit in South Holly," he explains.
"Oh, no." I laugh. "South Holly is definitely in the wrong direction, I live much further north of where you are."
"Yeah, I kind of got that now. So how do I get there from here, my GPS app is shit, and I'm not getting signal."
I'm embarrassed now. Oh, man, I couldn't get anywhere without my handy GPS.
"Hmm, so I happen to be terrible at directions, I can't tell you east from west, so I am the wrong person to ask," I say, flustered. "Wait, hold on, and let me see if Enzo is still here. I'll ask him."
I hold my hand over the speaker and go in search of my roommate. Well crap-ola, he's in his room, and I really don't want to walk in there again.
"Enz!" I yell loud enough for him to hear.
"What up, Buttercup?" he shouts through his door.
"I need your help," I whine. "Roman is lost somewhere in Holly, like South Holly, and I have no idea how to give him directions from there to here!"
He walks out of his room, and wow does he actually look nice. His hair is still wet, but he is wearing his best jeans and button-up with the sleeves rolled up. He must've been getting ready for another date with mystery girl.
He holds out his hand. "Give me the phone," he dryly demands.
"What? No!" I hold the phone closer to my chest. "Just tell me so I can tell him," I angry-whisper.
He snorts. "Won't work, and you know it. I'm going to have to explain the directions to him. Trust me when I say you will find a way to fuck it up, you and your girl directions."
"Girl directions?" I ask a bit annoyed.
"Turn right at the big tree, then when you see a big red building take a left, go straight for a while then when you'll see the white fence, you’re close." With hand gestures and all, he mockingly recreates a similar situation I've recently been in.
"Fine!" I harshly hand him the phone.
He touches the screen and begins to talk on speaker.
"Your girl here sucks at directions, dude, sorry about that." I give Enzo a look Lucifer himself would sweat. He shrugs in response and then uses his hand to silently shoo me away. "Where exactly in South Holly are you right now?"
Roman then relays some nonsensical words in the form of a
And there it is. I somehow knew the subject would come up. He slaps his hands on his legs, to make the action of standing up seem more dramatic, and walks to the fridge. He bends down to grab a soda. He continues to look around the fridge, probably for something to eat, and yells with his back still turned to me, "Good luck tomorrow, can't wait to meet him."
Then he grabs an apple and a string cheese and heads to his room, without noticing how what he'd said made me feel. Fuck anxiety. I did just fine. I even got a date. I'm getting better, I can feel it. But I don't need reminders.
Re-Directing, Re-Decorating and Re-Dating
Mercy Me- Alkaline Trio
Rigbee
I'm nervous. In the good way. Roman's on his way, and I don't feel any attacks coming on at all, I am excited. I haven't had a real attack in a while, not even one since my strange infatuation with Roman came to be. There's something about him, I feel like I know him already even though I don't. He's comfortable to be around, and like I said when I first saw him, there's a pull to him I can't escape. I think I might believe in love at first sight now. I always thought the idea was ridiculous. Most people would, until it happens to them.
The sound of my cell snaps me out of my thoughts, the name Roman lights up the screen. A phone call right now can't be good, maybe he is cancelling after all. He's supposed to be here in a few minutes, so why else would he be calling?
I'm reluctant to answer. "Hello?"
"Buh … Bee?" his voice says, stuttering.
"Yeah?"
"Did you say … uh … you lived off of Holly Rd?" he asks with humor.
"Yeah, off of the I-75 expressway."
"Ahh, shit, well that explains it."
"What's going on?" I drag my words out, getting a bit worried.
"I live by US-23 and went to the Holly Rd exit in South Holly," he explains.
"Oh, no." I laugh. "South Holly is definitely in the wrong direction, I live much further north of where you are."
"Yeah, I kind of got that now. So how do I get there from here, my GPS app is shit, and I'm not getting signal."
I'm embarrassed now. Oh, man, I couldn't get anywhere without my handy GPS.
"Hmm, so I happen to be terrible at directions, I can't tell you east from west, so I am the wrong person to ask," I say, flustered. "Wait, hold on, and let me see if Enzo is still here. I'll ask him."
I hold my hand over the speaker and go in search of my roommate. Well crap-ola, he's in his room, and I really don't want to walk in there again.
"Enz!" I yell loud enough for him to hear.
"What up, Buttercup?" he shouts through his door.
"I need your help," I whine. "Roman is lost somewhere in Holly, like South Holly, and I have no idea how to give him directions from there to here!"
He walks out of his room, and wow does he actually look nice. His hair is still wet, but he is wearing his best jeans and button-up with the sleeves rolled up. He must've been getting ready for another date with mystery girl.
He holds out his hand. "Give me the phone," he dryly demands.
"What? No!" I hold the phone closer to my chest. "Just tell me so I can tell him," I angry-whisper.
He snorts. "Won't work, and you know it. I'm going to have to explain the directions to him. Trust me when I say you will find a way to fuck it up, you and your girl directions."
"Girl directions?" I ask a bit annoyed.
"Turn right at the big tree, then when you see a big red building take a left, go straight for a while then when you'll see the white fence, you’re close." With hand gestures and all, he mockingly recreates a similar situation I've recently been in.
"Fine!" I harshly hand him the phone.
He touches the screen and begins to talk on speaker.
"Your girl here sucks at directions, dude, sorry about that." I give Enzo a look Lucifer himself would sweat. He shrugs in response and then uses his hand to silently shoo me away. "Where exactly in South Holly are you right now?"
Roman then relays some nonsensical words in the form of a
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