Turnabout Lovers (Felucas)

12) Notes Are Nice

--FELICITY'S POV--

I flopped down on the couch back at United Lawyers. Chasing Chrysalis had been a nice way to get out of the stuffy little agency and burn a few calories. It was pretty nice to get that whole 'daily running' out of the way early. Well, sort of daily running. I always told myself that I would run daily, but it never worked out that way since I've always been terribly lazy.

I started up at the ceiling, my thoughts wandering all over the place. Romantic wonders swirled in my mind, mixing together before sinking in. I was in love. Plain and simple. As Chrysalis would say, I wanted to be shipped with somebody. I knew what she was talking about when it came to shipping and such, but when I was suddenly one of the parties being pulled into a deep and loving relationship, it felt like something entirely new that I had never experienced.

I'd have to make it official that I would date the guy that I liked. I could be direct, but then again... I'm direct far too often. Maybe something indirect is the way to go this time. I had no idea, truth be told. Romance is cool when I'm getting Sky together with somebody, but when I'm going to end up as part of a relationship, I was clueless! I really needed to ask Chrysalis to help me with that...

I ran over to my desk and picked up a pen. I grabbed a piece of paper, which I had ripped from Sky's favorite college rule notebook, and began jotting something down:

Hey.

Date. You. Me. 8:00 at Bucky's Diner.

~Felicity

I tossed the paper into the trashcan. Nope. That wouldn't work. Too direct. Like I said, I'm direct far too often. Just this once, I don't want to do that. I hope that doesn't sound wrong. It probably does, but it's not like I can do anything to fix that when I'm so clueless in these sorts of romantic situations.

I grabbed another piece of paper and began to write once again. I prayed to my lucky stars that this one didn't end up being as bad as the one that I had just tossed into the trash:

I really really like you and I want to go out with you. Pretty please? I'll let you take on any case that you want in the future.

Did I mention pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty please?

I threw it into the trashcan as well. Nope. That sounds childish and stupid. Somehow, it was even worse than the note that I had just thrown away. That wouldn't work. Just this once, I had to try and write something poetic. It isn't that hard to do something if all sorts of novelists do it all the time, Felicity! A poem isn't difficult! I believe in you! You're not completely romantically hopeless quite yet, right?

Right?

A third paper came into my grasp. Third time's the charm, right? Right?!

Do you want to go out with me? I love you more than I love chocolates and those things are the bomb I mean have you ever had Cadbury chocolate that stuff is THE BOMB don't you know I mean chocolate is the best and somehow I love you more than chocolates and that's a lot of love since chocolate is one of my favorite things in the entire whole wide world so would you pretty please go out with me to make your dear old chocolate loving boss happy long enough for you to go out on one date with me?

After writing that one, all I learned is that I love chocolate almost as much as I love humans, and that's something that I already knew before I started putting my feelings on paper.

I sighed and sat back in my seat. This was going nowhere. I picked up a fourth page and began to write once again, begging and pleading with myself that I would get an idea. Things weren't looking all that good at that moment in time, but I knew that I would get even less done than what I was already getting done if I gave up hope before truly doing something good:

Do you want to go out with me? I love you more than I love bacon and that stuff quite literally gives me life, like you have no absolute idea, do you? Even I don't have any idea how much I love bacon, truth be told. I bet that it's a lot though. But I still love you more than bacon! That means something! So... Would you please do me the honor of going out on a date with me? If you like bacon as much as I do, I could make some for us! I'll even try my hardest not to burn it this time!

Great. So now he knows that I'm terrible with romance and one of the worst cooks on the face of this planet. Great going, Felicity. Great going. You try to be romantic and end up pointing out your flaws.

This was a lot harder than I thought it would be when I first came up with this scheme. I launched note number four at the trashcan. It went in, which made me fist pump out of excitement. Remembering that I had things to do, I turned to the desk and got back to writing, praying with all my might that I might get some sort of plan sooner or later. This was already going downhill faster than I could stand. If things got any worse, I knew for sure that Lucas would be so traumatized that he would never go out with anybody again, much less me.

Why in the world did I think that notes were nice in the first place? After tonight, notes were probably my least favorite thing on the face of this entire planet, and that's saying a lot. 

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this story is ending in three chapters because i wanted to get it off of my to do list i might try and finish it up tonight while i procrastinate on finishing fb because im not ready for it to end yet

-Digital