HELP! Liv Made Me Do Something Crazy!

Dear DiaLog,

No. No. No. No. No. That did NOT just happen. This is like one of those horrible nightmares where you wake up and almost die of relief because none of it was real… well I just ‘woke up’… and I don’t feel so relieved.

It all started when Terri finally opened up to me about the mysterious Mr. Benjamin (Ben) Preston. It turns out that Facebook was right about him (trusty old Facebook, you never let me down…) and he does indeed have blue eyes and brown hair, and work in a café and study psychology… and it also turns out that my sister has had a ‘thing’ for him for the past … well… a fair few years. The alleged ‘café’ (otherwise known as ‘Coffee on the Corner’) happens to be one of our favourite spots and a few months ago, Terri waited for his shift to finish before getting up to leave, walking just quickly enough to overtake him, but slowly enough that he had a chance to say ‘you first’ and hold the door open for her while she ducked through. ‘You first’ led to ‘so you work here?’ led to ‘my name is…’ led to ‘here’s my number’ led to ‘ok, call me’ led to here. Smooth one Teresa. She’s sly… but you have to hand it to her.

As I recounted this (though in a rather extended version) to Livy, I couldn’t help but notice that after a while she stopped focusing on me and started looking at the ceiling. Why the ceiling? Who knows… I guess that’s where you look when you’re deep in thought? Anyway, while Liv was ceiling staring and I was story regurgitating the cogs in my mind started to clink together with those in Liv’s and I said ‘No!’ She just smiled. The conversation that followed went something like this:

“No what?!” *still smiling*
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“What are you, telepathic? What am I thinking?”
“Just because Terri has the guts to tell a guy she likes him doesn’t mean that I have to. Terri’s a go-getter… I’m a wait-for-them-to-‘go get’-me.”
“Just write a text… you don’t have to send it, but I’ll bet you a coffee at ‘Coffee on the Corner’ that you will.”

“Fine. But I’m not sending it.”
“What’s the worst that can happen? You get free coffee.”

So I did. And THIS is why I’m not speaking to Liv.

You know when you have 2 classes in the same classroom and different seats in each but you automatically go to one of them even when it’s the class you sit in the other one? It’s like your brain’s on autopilot… except it was my finger, not my legs. And my brain definitely wasn’t switched on. It may or may not have gone soooomething like this:

Hey Tom. I know we dnt really

talk much but I guess I’d like th@

2 change. I really admire u &

I’d like 2 get 2 know u better.
I’ve liked u for a really long

time & its really hard not

knowing if there is any chance

for us in the future.

Want to go out with me some

time?

*Please note that somewhere around here, Liv grabbed my phone and started tampering with my message…

I think I might be in <3 with u.

*This is where I grab my phone back… unaware of what will happen…!!!

Anyway. Think abt it.
LOVE!
Allie xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

*DRUM ROLL*

SEND

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO………………………………………………

He hasn’t responded.

This is Allie and I have to go and put my head under my pillow and scream until I forget that Tom even exists. Seeya…

LOVE! – Except if you’re Tom. I didn’t mean it like that L

Allie