Dammit.

Suddenly, she wasn’t sure anymore.

Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to get home with a ridiculous intensity.

Suddenly, she hated her after school activities with a fiery passion.

Suddenly, she wished she were more rational, as opposed to romantic…in so many ways.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

It’d happened pretty quickly. She knew she hadn’t been thinking things through. But, really, could you blame her? The last time she’d been this ecstatic was…well, she couldn’t remember when. Yellowstone, maybe, with Sterling? No, he hadn’t liked her back. What about Choir Tour? No, she hadn’t quite been happy, she’d been a mess. Maybe early freshman year…probably. But now she was realizing the difference between then and now. Sure, then, she’d had the minus of, well, she wasn’t technically allowed. But…she’d also had the plus of…she and (she winces at the name) Alex had things to talk to each other about! This time…mainly, he was cute, he was funny, he was a fellow actor and he liked her. A lot. And they happened to be going to the Winter Formal together.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT.

Had she rushed things? Should she have listened to her rational side, as opposed to her usually louder romantic side? And, if so…

What now? Oh, how she couldn’t wait to get home, so she could get online and talk to him. They talked so much easier online…why couldn’t it transfer into the vocal chords? And, above all, she needed to talk to Nikky. Nikky would be able to help. Nikky always was able to help, even if she couldn’t tell. Even if it didn’t seem like it. Nikky was always helping. She could get pissed off because of Naomi’s help, but she’d see the light later. She could be the one helping Nikky, on the outside, but they were always helping each other. It came with being so close. They had this joke that sometimes transformed into a promise. If need be, they’d give up their guys and grow up together as old fogy women. They’d laugh…but they knew. They were serious. It was a promise.

She’d probably read her little rant to Nikky, probably edit some choice words and mumble over some of the more sentimental lines. And Nikky would probably bug her about the mumbling and she’d give the excuse it didn’t matter. What mattered right now was, she had a problem and she needed help.

Maybe she should just talk to him. Maybe she should just push forward. But…okay, she’d literally had to make for certain that it wasn’t a dream when she’d woken up that morning…free period that morning had ruined it all. On the outside, it never would’ve looked like such a calamity…but is that really where anything starts: on the outside? Of course not! Mr. Dillings constantly reminded her of that. It starts in the minds (she always had to add “and hearts”) of the people. Someone gets restless. Then a dog-awful mess breaks out.

And they’d only freaking started!!!

Dammit.

A/N: Okay, I realize this isn't the best writing I've ever done. I almost might classify it as a stream of consciousness thing. It's my head right now...and I needed to get it out. That's actually why the main person's name is never mentioned...because it's me talking in third person. The people with names are real people, but their names have been changed.

Oh, and this was done completely by accident (kinda freaked me out when I realized it), but the body of this is exactly 500 words.

Reviews would be cool, they're not neccessary. But, please, no flames.