I just keep getting caught in elevators.. on my way out of the apartment a while after I got back from France to go to AJV Wellness Center and work out for four hours like my agent told me to, I ended up face-planting. Lovely, right? I already didn't like my nose enough, didn't need to smash it too. Haha. I grumbled a little as I laid there, before crawling the rest of the way out of the elevator, and then heading outside. I could really do without being clumsy.
When I got to the wellness center, I nearly had a heart attack. Sitting outside was Renee Littler! I covered my mouth and squealed into it from excitement, having one of those excitement-episodes I've mentioned before, What should I do? It took me only a moment before I decided that I wanted to impress her, see if I could get into her inner circle. So I approached her, and put on my most charming, sociable persona. I tried everything I could think of to impress her, even told her I was great friends with Lola Belle and Aria Trill, but it really didn't seem to be working and eventually she just told me that I was irritating, so I quickly scurried off before she would call security and have them escort me off the premises. She was famous enough that she could do that, you know.
I realized almost as soon as I scurried away just how hungry I was. Wow.. maybe I would have to postpone exercising until my next day off, I was way too hungry to focus. And, wouldn't you know it? Just as I was about to leave for a diner, the food truck pulled up! What luck! I suspected it had something to do with that wish-granting thing of mine. Smiling widely, I went around to the window, waiting quite a while for the guy in front of me to decide exactly what he wanted - I'm a patient person, but not the most patient, so I was beginning to get a little irritated by the time he finally slowly said he wanted a hot dog - before going up and happily ordering a burrito. I love burritos. The best part about this whole meal situation? I was at a gym and just about to work out for quite a while, so I'd probably work my burrito off.
I learned quickly why I never got an interest in anything athletic. I just wasn't made for it - I nearly fell off the treadmill an umpteenth amount of times. And I kept founding myself moaning from exertion, but you know.. it was better than I imagined. I almost enjoyed myself, and kind of wanted to go for a jog. Not after this, I would be far too exhausted, but at some point.
Was it just me, or were those results immediate? After I got to my breaking point and got off the treadmill, I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped in shock. I.. hadn't been this thin since I was ten or eleven years old. I looked good, but for some reason it didn't quite feel right. If the weight came back, okay. If it didn't and I stayed this size, that was okay too. For now I'd still admire my new figure, though. Maybe a guy would notice me? I blushed lightly at that thought, and smiled goofily to myself. I certainly wouldn't have minded being noticed for something other than my celebrity friends.
This is going to seem random.. but I just had to share.
Ever since I was really young, maybe twelve or thirteen or maybe even younger, I've had this series of dreams. I think my family-oriented mind brought them on, because that's the only possible explanation. Well.. and being an only child. The first few I had, my Mom was pregnant, or had adopted another baby. The gender always varied, but most of the time the baby had very dark, beautiful skin for some odd reason. Both of my parents are as fair as I am, but do dreams have to make sense? But then, after about a year, the dream changed, and my Mom and I would both be pregnant. Really weird, right? Especially since I didn't even know about woohoo back then.
Then, after a while in the dreams, I had a baby and one of my cousins I was really close to was pregnant. Lala, it went on, and then it was my best friend, Emma that was pregnant, and my baby, Rhett, was a toddler. The years went on and I didn't have the dreams for a while, then they came back and it was another of my cousins. Years went on again, and the dream came back, and my baby boy was ten years old. They were.. strange. But after eighteen, they vanished again.
That night, after exercising, it came back again, but I had more than one. My Rhett was a baby again, and there were three before him, but when I woke up, I couldn't seem to recall anything about them. Sorry about this randomness, but I thought I would share a tidbit of my strange dreams with you.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I started a band with Aria Trill a little while back, called 'Somebody, Get The Cat!'. It's named after a little club me, Emma, and the two cousins I mentioned before (Tabitha and Raquel) started. Well, a few days after the dream about babies, I suddenly had the desire to get a new bandmate. Specifically, someone I had jammed with while he was still a teenager - Jett Atkins. He would definitely attracted the female populace, he was cute and if I wasn't too old for him - cougar-esque, you know - I would definitely want to flirt. As it was, though, I only had band ideas in my head for him. I hadn't had breakfast yet that morning, so I called him up and asked him if he would like to go to breakfast. He was surprised that a celebrity wanted to have breakfast with him, but then agreed rather eagerly.
Hanging up, I got dressed in my usual attire and headed to Hogan's Deep Fried Diner. I didn't have to wait for him long, and he approached me with a grin. I grinned right back, and we started right into conversation. Before we even went inside, I decided to 'pop the question'. "Hey, Jett. You seem musically inclined - or at least, you did a few weeks ago. Am I right?"
He blushed, and shrugged. "I don't know if I'd call myself 'musically inclined', but I can play, yeah."
I smiled sweetly, and would have turned on the charm but.. my feminine wiles have never worked, so I didn't bother. "Aria Trill and I have a band, 'Somebody, Get The Cat!', or SGTC, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to be a part of it."
He just stared at me, and reeled back slightly, mouth dropped open. "Are you serious!?"
I blinked. "Um.. yes..."
"That would be so awesome!! In a band with two celebrities? That.. oh wow, that's... heck yes!" He was practically hopping.
I grinned. "Great! Ready for breakfast?"
"Can.. can I have a moment first? I need to freak out a little, maybe call someone."
I understood that completely. "Oh, yeah. Sure." With that, he turned his back to me and had a little spazz attack.
As he freaked out and spazzed, I decided to not eavesdrop and instead just get lost in my own thoughts for a moment. Before I knew it, my mind had wandered back to the dream. Four children.. I had always wanted four children. Ever since I was little, that was my idea of the perfect amount of children. I got to wondering, though.. I was getting pretty old. I was true adulthood, where everyone stopped thinking of you as having barely lived. I didn't have any romantic prospects. Apollo.. I hadn't thought of him for a long time. Last I'd heard from him, he'd moved out of town. Jett was too young, he only turned eighteen a few weeks ago, plus I barely knew him. Buster was my best friend, and was now.. how old was he, even? I think he was in his sixties, now. Tom was too gangster. Thinking about it.. I nearly started to cry, but thankfully just as I started tearing up Jett interrupted me and tugged me into the diner.
I would tell about the breakfast, but nothing interesting happened. After we were done, we practiced our music a little in front of the diner, but then I had to head off for work. Work was also pretty uninteresting. After work, though, I finally decided to fulfill my desire of a nice, brisk jog - I was still mostly awake, and home wasn't that terribly far away. It was a little creepy that a teenager, Dorin Greaves, was staring at my back as I jogged away from the theater. But.. it was flattering, I guess.
The next little while, life went at about the same sort of pace. Eat, sleep, go to work, play guitar, eat, sleep, eat, read, go to work, play keyboard..
But then my mysterious-agent-that-I-didn't-hire called me up and told me that I'd been asked to get a drink at Plasma 501 again. It was a pretty snazzy place, so I agreed, and then hung up. I didn't want to go alone this time. Maybe I'd take someone? I'd been wanting to befriend another celebrity recently, so I decided immediately on Tom Wordy - a good pick, he was my boss, too, after all. I gave him a call and asked if he'd like to meet me at the club, and he agreed.
I got there shortly after Tom did, and the first thing he did? Talk to me about how he was glad I never arrived late for work. I hoped silently that that statement wouldn't set the mood for the rest of the outing, but I had a feeling that it would.
And you know what? It did. I went to get the drink they'd asked me to get, and downed it, before heading back to Tom and asking him if I could buy him a drink. He agreed, and so I got us both one, then took his back to him. Sipping our drinks, we said nothing. After we'd finished them, I tried striking up a conversation, but he kept glancing at the expensive looking watch on his wrist and sighing, then replying. Unenthusiastically. I always knew I was boring, even after I'd been given this 'gift'..
Then he told me he had to leave, and without a goodbye, walked right past me, leaving me standing in the spotlight, alone with my disappointment and rejection. It wouldn't have felt so bad if that stupid light hadn't decided to focus on me, but that just.. enhanced my humiliation. As soon as I was sure he was gone, I debated getting myself another few drinks, but I hated the idea of getting drunk and losing control of my senses. It was one of my biggest fears, to be honest. So instead, I just hurried and left. I had work tomorrow, anyway.
I woke up the next morning with a new outlook on my relationships - who cared about Tom Wordy anyway? I had plenty of good friends who did like me, so I should just pay attention to them. Especially the males, because the first thing I wanted when I woke up that morning? My first kiss. I was nearly a full-out adult, and I had yet to have my first kiss. I just.. the thing I'd wanted longer than to master every instrument, was to get married and have kids. But I hadn't thought about it for a while, so I guess that's why I hadn't gotten it yet. Now all I could concentrate on was that first kiss. The dream about me having children had gotten me thinking about it, now I just couldn't get romance and children out of my mind! At the moment, though, I was focused on the romance aspect. Children came later.
I got up and went to work ridiculously cheerfully, and because I was so cheery everyone made me work on everything, so even though Lola invited me to one of her famous parties that night, I was too tuckered to go. Plus, the next day was my day off, so I wanted it to come sooner, rather than later.
The next morning, I decided to start getting closer to one of my male friends. Even though he was too young for me, the first person I thought of was Jett. I felt a little shallow for it later, because we only had a little in common, but at the time it seemed like a good idea. He was a vegetarian, though, and I wasn't a big fan of veggies. He also was a technophobe, and I was a computer-addict when I didn't have a life. But we still were having a great time talking, until he had to go. I pouted a little, but then we hung up and I stood there, thinking about what to do for a little bit; until..
I got a phone call. I blinked a little, then grabbed it and checked the caller ID. Buster Round. I smiled, then answered, "Hey, Buster."
"Hi, Sean. I want to talk to you about something. I'm in the lobby, can you buzz me in?"
"Oh, sure! Come on up." I buzzed him in, before saying, "See you shortly." And then I hung up and waited for him to come up.
When he came in, my heart started beating a little faster. I brought my hand up to my chest for a moment, and placed it over my heart, glancing down. Are you alright? I mentally asked it, before feeling silly. I'd felt this feeling a few times before, mostly when I would think about John. Suddenly, I felt extremely stupid. And shocked. Had I fallen for my second male best friend, too? And why hadn't I noticed it before? There was a simple answer to the second question - I'd been too focused on.. everything else to notice things like that. Thinking back on it, I may have liked him for quite a while.
"Hi again," his voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked at him, eyes a little wide, but I quickly took my hand off my chest before he noticed it there.
"Hi.." I breathed, and then blushed. He was bound to think something was wrong with me at this rate.
Instead of mentioning anything, he just took a deep breath, and walked straight up to me. "Sean, there's something I've been meaning to tell you since.. well, since my mother died. You'll probably not want to me my friend after thing, but I had to get it off my chest."
I just stared at him, my heart beating a little quicker again. Was he going to say what I thought he was going to say? Knowing my wish-granting ability, he definitely was.
Then he grabbed my hands, watching our hands as he did so, and then his gaze slowly raised to meet mine. "Sean.. I think I've fallen for you. I'm not sure it's all the way to love, because I've never been in love, but I'm beginning to think that it is. I can't stop thinking of you. I never said anything before, because you never showed any interest in me as anything but a best friend and I didn't want to ruin a good thing, but.. I'm old. I don't have that much time left-"
"Don't say that."
"Okay, but you know it's true. I couldn't die without telling you.. I think I love you."
Tears. I've never cried from happiness. Not in my life. I'm not the most.. expressive girl, unless something makes me upset. But this time, for the first time, there they were. I couldn't see past the joy in my eyes. I beamed, despite my lack of sight. I didn't know I wanted it, but now that I knew, it was.. all I wanted. He had to be my first kiss.
"Buster.. I didn't realize it until today, but I think I might love you, too."
And it would have been the perfect moment.. if only we hadn't heard our carpool honking downstairs. I came so close to just going downstairs and telling the carpool driver that we were sick and couldn't go to work, but decided to be a good girl and just sighed/whined a little.
Buster sighed a little as well, but then smiled at me. "It's okay. We can talk at work. C'mon, let's go."
And with that, we rode off towards the theater to work, without a first kiss. Not the most romantic confession of love, but my heart was still soaring.
(A/N: This was going to go a ways further, to at least their first kiss, but I just got back from a mini-vacation so I'm tired. Next update coming soon hopefully! Random notes about this one, though: I didn't want her to end up with Buster, because he had a weird nose. He was cute, but just.. not what I wanted for her. I was gonna have her have her first kiss with Jett, but then as she was calling him to get closer, Buster just.. came over! So I figured that I'd just give up and go with the guy she was already best friends with, haha. But then their carpool had to interrupt.)
When I got to the wellness center, I nearly had a heart attack. Sitting outside was Renee Littler! I covered my mouth and squealed into it from excitement, having one of those excitement-episodes I've mentioned before, What should I do? It took me only a moment before I decided that I wanted to impress her, see if I could get into her inner circle. So I approached her, and put on my most charming, sociable persona. I tried everything I could think of to impress her, even told her I was great friends with Lola Belle and Aria Trill, but it really didn't seem to be working and eventually she just told me that I was irritating, so I quickly scurried off before she would call security and have them escort me off the premises. She was famous enough that she could do that, you know.
I realized almost as soon as I scurried away just how hungry I was. Wow.. maybe I would have to postpone exercising until my next day off, I was way too hungry to focus. And, wouldn't you know it? Just as I was about to leave for a diner, the food truck pulled up! What luck! I suspected it had something to do with that wish-granting thing of mine. Smiling widely, I went around to the window, waiting quite a while for the guy in front of me to decide exactly what he wanted - I'm a patient person, but not the most patient, so I was beginning to get a little irritated by the time he finally slowly said he wanted a hot dog - before going up and happily ordering a burrito. I love burritos. The best part about this whole meal situation? I was at a gym and just about to work out for quite a while, so I'd probably work my burrito off.
I learned quickly why I never got an interest in anything athletic. I just wasn't made for it - I nearly fell off the treadmill an umpteenth amount of times. And I kept founding myself moaning from exertion, but you know.. it was better than I imagined. I almost enjoyed myself, and kind of wanted to go for a jog. Not after this, I would be far too exhausted, but at some point.
Was it just me, or were those results immediate? After I got to my breaking point and got off the treadmill, I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped in shock. I.. hadn't been this thin since I was ten or eleven years old. I looked good, but for some reason it didn't quite feel right. If the weight came back, okay. If it didn't and I stayed this size, that was okay too. For now I'd still admire my new figure, though. Maybe a guy would notice me? I blushed lightly at that thought, and smiled goofily to myself. I certainly wouldn't have minded being noticed for something other than my celebrity friends.
This is going to seem random.. but I just had to share.
Ever since I was really young, maybe twelve or thirteen or maybe even younger, I've had this series of dreams. I think my family-oriented mind brought them on, because that's the only possible explanation. Well.. and being an only child. The first few I had, my Mom was pregnant, or had adopted another baby. The gender always varied, but most of the time the baby had very dark, beautiful skin for some odd reason. Both of my parents are as fair as I am, but do dreams have to make sense? But then, after about a year, the dream changed, and my Mom and I would both be pregnant. Really weird, right? Especially since I didn't even know about woohoo back then.
Then, after a while in the dreams, I had a baby and one of my cousins I was really close to was pregnant. Lala, it went on, and then it was my best friend, Emma that was pregnant, and my baby, Rhett, was a toddler. The years went on and I didn't have the dreams for a while, then they came back and it was another of my cousins. Years went on again, and the dream came back, and my baby boy was ten years old. They were.. strange. But after eighteen, they vanished again.
That night, after exercising, it came back again, but I had more than one. My Rhett was a baby again, and there were three before him, but when I woke up, I couldn't seem to recall anything about them. Sorry about this randomness, but I thought I would share a tidbit of my strange dreams with you.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I started a band with Aria Trill a little while back, called 'Somebody, Get The Cat!'. It's named after a little club me, Emma, and the two cousins I mentioned before (Tabitha and Raquel) started. Well, a few days after the dream about babies, I suddenly had the desire to get a new bandmate. Specifically, someone I had jammed with while he was still a teenager - Jett Atkins. He would definitely attracted the female populace, he was cute and if I wasn't too old for him - cougar-esque, you know - I would definitely want to flirt. As it was, though, I only had band ideas in my head for him. I hadn't had breakfast yet that morning, so I called him up and asked him if he would like to go to breakfast. He was surprised that a celebrity wanted to have breakfast with him, but then agreed rather eagerly.
Hanging up, I got dressed in my usual attire and headed to Hogan's Deep Fried Diner. I didn't have to wait for him long, and he approached me with a grin. I grinned right back, and we started right into conversation. Before we even went inside, I decided to 'pop the question'. "Hey, Jett. You seem musically inclined - or at least, you did a few weeks ago. Am I right?"
He blushed, and shrugged. "I don't know if I'd call myself 'musically inclined', but I can play, yeah."
I smiled sweetly, and would have turned on the charm but.. my feminine wiles have never worked, so I didn't bother. "Aria Trill and I have a band, 'Somebody, Get The Cat!', or SGTC, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to be a part of it."
He just stared at me, and reeled back slightly, mouth dropped open. "Are you serious!?"
I blinked. "Um.. yes..."
"That would be so awesome!! In a band with two celebrities? That.. oh wow, that's... heck yes!" He was practically hopping.
I grinned. "Great! Ready for breakfast?"
"Can.. can I have a moment first? I need to freak out a little, maybe call someone."
I understood that completely. "Oh, yeah. Sure." With that, he turned his back to me and had a little spazz attack.
As he freaked out and spazzed, I decided to not eavesdrop and instead just get lost in my own thoughts for a moment. Before I knew it, my mind had wandered back to the dream. Four children.. I had always wanted four children. Ever since I was little, that was my idea of the perfect amount of children. I got to wondering, though.. I was getting pretty old. I was true adulthood, where everyone stopped thinking of you as having barely lived. I didn't have any romantic prospects. Apollo.. I hadn't thought of him for a long time. Last I'd heard from him, he'd moved out of town. Jett was too young, he only turned eighteen a few weeks ago, plus I barely knew him. Buster was my best friend, and was now.. how old was he, even? I think he was in his sixties, now. Tom was too gangster. Thinking about it.. I nearly started to cry, but thankfully just as I started tearing up Jett interrupted me and tugged me into the diner.
I would tell about the breakfast, but nothing interesting happened. After we were done, we practiced our music a little in front of the diner, but then I had to head off for work. Work was also pretty uninteresting. After work, though, I finally decided to fulfill my desire of a nice, brisk jog - I was still mostly awake, and home wasn't that terribly far away. It was a little creepy that a teenager, Dorin Greaves, was staring at my back as I jogged away from the theater. But.. it was flattering, I guess.
The next little while, life went at about the same sort of pace. Eat, sleep, go to work, play guitar, eat, sleep, eat, read, go to work, play keyboard..
But then my mysterious-agent-that-I-didn't-hire called me up and told me that I'd been asked to get a drink at Plasma 501 again. It was a pretty snazzy place, so I agreed, and then hung up. I didn't want to go alone this time. Maybe I'd take someone? I'd been wanting to befriend another celebrity recently, so I decided immediately on Tom Wordy - a good pick, he was my boss, too, after all. I gave him a call and asked if he'd like to meet me at the club, and he agreed.
I got there shortly after Tom did, and the first thing he did? Talk to me about how he was glad I never arrived late for work. I hoped silently that that statement wouldn't set the mood for the rest of the outing, but I had a feeling that it would.
And you know what? It did. I went to get the drink they'd asked me to get, and downed it, before heading back to Tom and asking him if I could buy him a drink. He agreed, and so I got us both one, then took his back to him. Sipping our drinks, we said nothing. After we'd finished them, I tried striking up a conversation, but he kept glancing at the expensive looking watch on his wrist and sighing, then replying. Unenthusiastically. I always knew I was boring, even after I'd been given this 'gift'..
Then he told me he had to leave, and without a goodbye, walked right past me, leaving me standing in the spotlight, alone with my disappointment and rejection. It wouldn't have felt so bad if that stupid light hadn't decided to focus on me, but that just.. enhanced my humiliation. As soon as I was sure he was gone, I debated getting myself another few drinks, but I hated the idea of getting drunk and losing control of my senses. It was one of my biggest fears, to be honest. So instead, I just hurried and left. I had work tomorrow, anyway.
I woke up the next morning with a new outlook on my relationships - who cared about Tom Wordy anyway? I had plenty of good friends who did like me, so I should just pay attention to them. Especially the males, because the first thing I wanted when I woke up that morning? My first kiss. I was nearly a full-out adult, and I had yet to have my first kiss. I just.. the thing I'd wanted longer than to master every instrument, was to get married and have kids. But I hadn't thought about it for a while, so I guess that's why I hadn't gotten it yet. Now all I could concentrate on was that first kiss. The dream about me having children had gotten me thinking about it, now I just couldn't get romance and children out of my mind! At the moment, though, I was focused on the romance aspect. Children came later.
I got up and went to work ridiculously cheerfully, and because I was so cheery everyone made me work on everything, so even though Lola invited me to one of her famous parties that night, I was too tuckered to go. Plus, the next day was my day off, so I wanted it to come sooner, rather than later.
The next morning, I decided to start getting closer to one of my male friends. Even though he was too young for me, the first person I thought of was Jett. I felt a little shallow for it later, because we only had a little in common, but at the time it seemed like a good idea. He was a vegetarian, though, and I wasn't a big fan of veggies. He also was a technophobe, and I was a computer-addict when I didn't have a life. But we still were having a great time talking, until he had to go. I pouted a little, but then we hung up and I stood there, thinking about what to do for a little bit; until..
I got a phone call. I blinked a little, then grabbed it and checked the caller ID. Buster Round. I smiled, then answered, "Hey, Buster."
"Hi, Sean. I want to talk to you about something. I'm in the lobby, can you buzz me in?"
"Oh, sure! Come on up." I buzzed him in, before saying, "See you shortly." And then I hung up and waited for him to come up.
When he came in, my heart started beating a little faster. I brought my hand up to my chest for a moment, and placed it over my heart, glancing down. Are you alright? I mentally asked it, before feeling silly. I'd felt this feeling a few times before, mostly when I would think about John. Suddenly, I felt extremely stupid. And shocked. Had I fallen for my second male best friend, too? And why hadn't I noticed it before? There was a simple answer to the second question - I'd been too focused on.. everything else to notice things like that. Thinking back on it, I may have liked him for quite a while.
"Hi again," his voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked at him, eyes a little wide, but I quickly took my hand off my chest before he noticed it there.
"Hi.." I breathed, and then blushed. He was bound to think something was wrong with me at this rate.
Instead of mentioning anything, he just took a deep breath, and walked straight up to me. "Sean, there's something I've been meaning to tell you since.. well, since my mother died. You'll probably not want to me my friend after thing, but I had to get it off my chest."
I just stared at him, my heart beating a little quicker again. Was he going to say what I thought he was going to say? Knowing my wish-granting ability, he definitely was.
Then he grabbed my hands, watching our hands as he did so, and then his gaze slowly raised to meet mine. "Sean.. I think I've fallen for you. I'm not sure it's all the way to love, because I've never been in love, but I'm beginning to think that it is. I can't stop thinking of you. I never said anything before, because you never showed any interest in me as anything but a best friend and I didn't want to ruin a good thing, but.. I'm old. I don't have that much time left-"
"Don't say that."
"Okay, but you know it's true. I couldn't die without telling you.. I think I love you."
Tears. I've never cried from happiness. Not in my life. I'm not the most.. expressive girl, unless something makes me upset. But this time, for the first time, there they were. I couldn't see past the joy in my eyes. I beamed, despite my lack of sight. I didn't know I wanted it, but now that I knew, it was.. all I wanted. He had to be my first kiss.
"Buster.. I didn't realize it until today, but I think I might love you, too."
And it would have been the perfect moment.. if only we hadn't heard our carpool honking downstairs. I came so close to just going downstairs and telling the carpool driver that we were sick and couldn't go to work, but decided to be a good girl and just sighed/whined a little.
Buster sighed a little as well, but then smiled at me. "It's okay. We can talk at work. C'mon, let's go."
And with that, we rode off towards the theater to work, without a first kiss. Not the most romantic confession of love, but my heart was still soaring.
(A/N: This was going to go a ways further, to at least their first kiss, but I just got back from a mini-vacation so I'm tired. Next update coming soon hopefully! Random notes about this one, though: I didn't want her to end up with Buster, because he had a weird nose. He was cute, but just.. not what I wanted for her. I was gonna have her have her first kiss with Jett, but then as she was calling him to get closer, Buster just.. came over! So I figured that I'd just give up and go with the guy she was already best friends with, haha. But then their carpool had to interrupt.)
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AW, she has a romantic interest! Hurrah! I can't wait to see what the next chapter holds!
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