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[notyourutopian]

Eleanor Lamb

Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.

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[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor couldn't hide a frustrated groan at that, just because she had zero idea how to answer any of this.]

Look...Chloe. You realize I graduate in four days right? My entire world is finishing the newspaper and keeping my mom from freaking out and crying every time it comes up and making sure I actually finish everything I need to before I leave high school forever.

Do not ask me any deep questions right now.

[true_noir]

[Chloe froze again. That... wasn't a no. That definitely wasn't a no. If she'd not been interested in her that way at all, or was unwilling to even consider it, she could have just said 'no, not interested that way,' and it would have been ok. She swallowed and smiled, nodding her head even if her friend couldn't see it.]

Don't worry... I'm not going to bring this up again until we're both in hopefully a better place. Promise. [And she sighed.] Th...thank you, Eleanor.

[There was no way in hell she was actually going to tell Eleanor that she had definitely not heard a no just then. She'd already jumped the gun because of being lonely and freaking out, and countless other things.]

You... you have a lot to deal with. I'm going to let you go, ok?

[notyourutopian]

Yeah, thanks. Uh. [Christ. She seriously did not know what she was supposed to say here, and her frustration was probably evident.]

I'll talk to you later.

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[true_noir]

Talk to you later, Eleanor.

[Click. Ok... that ... definitely could have gone worse. She'd mucked that up pretty badly. But it didn't sound unsalvageable, though the fact that Eleanor clearly was just at a loss for words... no, just she wasn't going to think about it. At all.

She was going to take a few days completely away from this and...

Wait... graduation... she was going to be visiting with friends at graduation. Fuck! Damnit, damnit damnit! God, she was making an ass out of herself the last few weeks. Oh well, she was just going to take a shot of something and go to sleep. Worry about this in the morning.]