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I had spent the day being avoidy. I can do that, you know. I don't always have to be the center of attention. To be perfectly honest though, there was way too much on my mind. And it was something to the tune of Miss Cordelia Chase.
Okay, so despite the fact that I had been keeping myself occupied this last little while so I could get my mind off of it, the bottom line in the matter was that I couldn't. And when something doesn't feel right about something around here, I've learned from experience not to bottle it up. You gotta tell someone abut it. Because if you don't, that's when things get out of hand. Things can snowball around here. There's definate snowball potential in this. But that's what worried me the most. The fact that I was getting the heebies from Cordy. Cordy. Our Cordy.
Were the heebies coming from the fact that I was just so emotional being around her? That bright sunny smile, her disposition? It certainly would make things around here better. So why were all the bells and horns going off in my head? What the hell was going on with me?
I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to talk to Wes or Fred about it. Hopefully they would take me seriously enough and not think I was trying to do Cordy in. I loved her just as much as the next person, but I just can't shake this feeling..
I sat up from my desk and went to grab my blazer from off the back of my office couch. I threw it on, and headed out into the firm to see who I could find to talk to about this.
((Open to either Wes or Fred, or maybe both?))
Okay, so despite the fact that I had been keeping myself occupied this last little while so I could get my mind off of it, the bottom line in the matter was that I couldn't. And when something doesn't feel right about something around here, I've learned from experience not to bottle it up. You gotta tell someone abut it. Because if you don't, that's when things get out of hand. Things can snowball around here. There's definate snowball potential in this. But that's what worried me the most. The fact that I was getting the heebies from Cordy. Cordy. Our Cordy.
Were the heebies coming from the fact that I was just so emotional being around her? That bright sunny smile, her disposition? It certainly would make things around here better. So why were all the bells and horns going off in my head? What the hell was going on with me?
I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to talk to Wes or Fred about it. Hopefully they would take me seriously enough and not think I was trying to do Cordy in. I loved her just as much as the next person, but I just can't shake this feeling..
I sat up from my desk and went to grab my blazer from off the back of my office couch. I threw it on, and headed out into the firm to see who I could find to talk to about this.
((Open to either Wes or Fred, or maybe both?))