Candira
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Lucy sighed as she walked back to her apartment. Classes had just started, and she'd been learning a lot, but getting used to campus was a little overwhelming. Plus, as a music major, she was in one of the several choirs, and that made her free time feel a bit limited. Plus, she was still getting used to living with her roommate. It wasn't as though they were strangers--in fact, she'd known him since they were in grade school. The issue was that she had never lived with a boy before, much less one she'd had a crush on since forever.
For most of her life, it had been easy enough to put her feelings aside. It was painfully clear that he had no feelings for her beyond that of friendship. He cared about her, but it was kind of in a big brother way from what she had seen over the years. So it was easy to put aside the idea of being with him. He had girlfriends, she had boyfriends, and the world spun on. But now, she was unattached, they were living together, and those feelings were becoming very difficult to ignore.
Still, getting out of the friend zone was very difficult to do. Women in romance novels did it all the time via shows of inner strength, beauty, passion, and usually alcohol or an accident of sorts. Lucy was pretty, but she was nothing special in her own mind. Brown hair set in loose curls, green eyes, olive complexion, and some very nice curves. She was alright, but there were plenty of tall, leggy blondes and friendly but fiery redheads who could easily shift focus. Plus, she was a vocal performance major--it wasn't as though her classes lined up with his. They had a few generals together, but apart from that, nothing major. Her only opportunities were at home, or when they visited their parents.
It was better to try to forget him, she knew, but it was easier said than done. As she neared the complex, she dug her keys out of her bag and flipped through them until she came to the one for their shared apartment. Then, she started humming, trying to clear her head. Trying to talk herself out of going for it and just asking him out instead of hinting around was depressing. Better to focus on the fact that she got to live with someone she knew and loved. So she smiled as she entered and slipped out of her shoes. "Hey, I'm back," she called as she locked the door behind her.
For most of her life, it had been easy enough to put her feelings aside. It was painfully clear that he had no feelings for her beyond that of friendship. He cared about her, but it was kind of in a big brother way from what she had seen over the years. So it was easy to put aside the idea of being with him. He had girlfriends, she had boyfriends, and the world spun on. But now, she was unattached, they were living together, and those feelings were becoming very difficult to ignore.
Still, getting out of the friend zone was very difficult to do. Women in romance novels did it all the time via shows of inner strength, beauty, passion, and usually alcohol or an accident of sorts. Lucy was pretty, but she was nothing special in her own mind. Brown hair set in loose curls, green eyes, olive complexion, and some very nice curves. She was alright, but there were plenty of tall, leggy blondes and friendly but fiery redheads who could easily shift focus. Plus, she was a vocal performance major--it wasn't as though her classes lined up with his. They had a few generals together, but apart from that, nothing major. Her only opportunities were at home, or when they visited their parents.
It was better to try to forget him, she knew, but it was easier said than done. As she neared the complex, she dug her keys out of her bag and flipped through them until she came to the one for their shared apartment. Then, she started humming, trying to clear her head. Trying to talk herself out of going for it and just asking him out instead of hinting around was depressing. Better to focus on the fact that she got to live with someone she knew and loved. So she smiled as she entered and slipped out of her shoes. "Hey, I'm back," she called as she locked the door behind her.