³ questions i just called lyra. she picked up the phone. we had a conversation. we talked for a few hours. then i asked her. "uh, lyra, i have a question for you." "yeah, syd, what is it?" "what's your uhm... sexuality?" "well, i'm not sure, actually. yeah, sure, actresses can be pretty and all, but i'm not sure if that makes me 'gay', y'know?" "oh. okay. cool. sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I was just wondering." "it's fine, and it didn't make me uncomfy. it's not like i'll care what you ask me." "okay. good to know. so, uh, i have to go now... i'll see you at school, okay?" "okay. cool. bye, sydney. love you. platonically. like a sister. sweet dreams." "m'kay, bye. and love you too." i hung up the phone. good news: i'm one step closer. bad news: she loves me like a sister. and she doesn't even know if she likes girls. i'm screwed. of course, i have to be lovesick.
to sam: no i will not stop w/ the cliffhangers <3 OKAY THE DIALOGUE WAS CRINGE ASF .. whatever - i'll live -
