SRP with @r3d_roses ]] Dani watched the c3ll door shut behind her and sighed, reaching back into her pocket to grab the notecards she had found there earlier. She was tired, so tired, and was having trouble finding the cause. There was a very good chance some of it was from the weird pivot her testing had taken just a few minutes ago. She had been !nject3d with something different this time, something that made her able to talk to squirrels. She was still trying to process that. "I can- friggin talk to squirrels.." She ran one of her hands through her hair to try to calm herself, and then walked to her bed so she could get comfortable. She unfolded the notecards again. The first thing she noticed was that they were in her handwriting. This confused her, and she furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't remember ever having access to notecards, let alone having the time and patience to write a what looked like an essay on- she counted 4 of them. She was about to spiral into her thoughts and try to figure out when she might have written this, when she caught a glimpse of the first words on the notecard on top. 'I think I'm in love.' Dani's breathing cut short for a moment, and she felt her heart thumping loudly. "What- when- who-" She saved her questions for later and just kept reading. 'I think I'm in love. And I have absolutely no clue what to do about it. The first time I heard him say 'I love you' and I said it back, I guess I assumed it was more of a... family friend sort of love. But just recently, like in the past few weeks, I don't even know what's going on. I hadn't been seeing him often, or like at all- I promise this is going somewhere- during that time my days became a sort of routine when it came to him. I'd talk about him sometimes, say I missed him, and it's not that I didn't miss him, I really did, but when I finally got a chance to see him again today, something was different. And doubts I had about my feelings for him got instantly replaced with pure joy when he smiled at me.' Dani paused and flipped over the notecard. Nothing. "I guess it continues on the next one," Before reading it, she shook her head hard. She /definitely/ didn't remember writing this. But here it was, in her handwriting- she hadn't even seen Owen in weeks! Was this even about Owen? She glanced down at the first sentence on this notecard. 'Actually I was so blown away by how I was feeling that I couldn't think straight and kept talking too fast, tripping over my words, and interrupting him with random subject changes.' Yep. She could only see herself acting like this in front of one person, and that person was Owen. But she hadn't seen him in weeks.. so.. 'I felt so bad but I couldn't seem to stop myself. He kept giving me hugs to reassure me that I didn't need to be stressed, but every hug just made it worse and turned my brain to mush. Then we went on a walk. It was really hot out and we didn't have water, but for some reason it didn't bother me at all when it usually 100% would.' Hot- out? Out where? Outside? She hadn't been outside in- Dani paused, trying to remember. She knew the last time had been almost a year ago, but that, for some reason, just felt /wrong/ in her mind. Because this was recent, and she was sure that she would have remembered writing something like this. She squinted her eyes and tried to remember harder. "Cmon Dani, your memory isn't that bad.." She resolved to read a bit more to see if it would jog anything. 'Actually, I found myself doing a lot of things that were very unlike me. I would let him help me do things that I didn't need help with just so he would hold my hand or give me a hug. I randomly burst out into an impromptu speech about how lucky I am to know him. I hate impromptu speeches, and I absolutely suck at them. Anyway, we were walking, and we got to the place we were walking to, and stopped there for a rest. It was only supposed to be for a moment, but we stopped for a long time. ' Dani reached the end of the second notecard and found herself subconsciously cringing. This was so- ushy gushy- ooey gooey- she wasn't like this, ever, she had never felt something like this. Owen was a crush, that was all, it was never.. more, it was never- this. And yet here she was, reading something in her handwriting, that had come from a jacket she hadn't worn since- since- /when was the last time she had worn this jacket?/ She placed that notecard down and started the next one, that thought ringing in the back of her mind. 'I could feel my face burning up when he put his arm around me, but as time went on I stopped being embarrassed and just flat out told him I loved him. He said he loved me too, but he's said that before, and I don't know if what I'm feeling matches up with what he's feeling.' /Dani, when was the last time you wore that jacket? When was the last time you saw Owen?/ (continued inside project)
