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Feb. 13th, 2014 09:57 pmI can do this.
I can DO this.
I can TOTALLY do this.
I am going to fuck this up so badly, aren't I?
I'm actually pacing outside of her apartment, trying to psych myself up for this. It's like being in that storage unit all over again. She's right there, I just have to knock on the door and talk to her and hey, bonus, I don't think Helen's as likely to shoot me as Tex would. It's just a date. I just want to ask her on a date.
On Valentine's day. Night. Actually, it's some lantern show thing, but it's on Valentine's day and I'm pretty sure Helen's a Valentine's kind of woman. Unless she isn't. In which case, I really am about to fuck this up.
Shit. Here goes.
I knock on the door.
"Helen, you home? It's me. Um... Church? From the... things?"
I can DO this.
I can TOTALLY do this.
I am going to fuck this up so badly, aren't I?
I'm actually pacing outside of her apartment, trying to psych myself up for this. It's like being in that storage unit all over again. She's right there, I just have to knock on the door and talk to her and hey, bonus, I don't think Helen's as likely to shoot me as Tex would. It's just a date. I just want to ask her on a date.
On Valentine's day. Night. Actually, it's some lantern show thing, but it's on Valentine's day and I'm pretty sure Helen's a Valentine's kind of woman. Unless she isn't. In which case, I really am about to fuck this up.
Shit. Here goes.
I knock on the door.
"Helen, you home? It's me. Um... Church? From the... things?"
