11- Worst birthday ever.

[bestsweater]

I'm just...glad everyone's okay. And not dead. I guess if there's anything I can do for anyone, just let me know.


[Private to Raiden, painfully hackable.]

I need your help.

...Girl advice.

[/Private]

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[Private to Misty, also painfully hackable.]

Can I ask you a question?

[/Private]

Comments

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Not exactly.

We thought we were dying, so I kissed her. But now we're not dying anymore.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

Oh. I thought you liked her?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I do.

She kissed back.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

Well, that doesn't sound too bad.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Raiden I have no idea what I'm doing I am going to ruin everything.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

...Neither of you are dating anyone else secretly or anything like that, right?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

No!

Raiden I'm picking her up at eight.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[Oh WOAH holy last-minute-under-pressure bro]

Oh... Um. Did you have anything planned yet? Dinner and a movie should be a safe bet. Wear Old Spice.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I was going to take her to dinner.

Raiden I haven't been on very many dates.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll do great.

Just... be yourself. I BELIEVE IN YOU.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

But what if I do something stupid?

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

You'll do great, I know it.

Here, tell you what... [RAIDEN PHONE NUMBERICUS] call or text me or something if you get in a jam, and I'll see what I can do.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

...Okay.

Thanks, Raiden.