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You know you've thought about it, though.
In the deepest, darkest recesses of your imagination, it's there.
You don't tell anyone your secret thoughts, not even your best friend, but they're there.
At night, when you're going to sleep, you let them out to play. Images of your favorite band boy or girl. Crazy AU scenarios where they are IN YOUR STARBUCKS AND NEED A DOLLAR. SEQUENCE OF CRAZY EVENTS, THEN SEXING.
Whatever.
Your shame. Show me it.
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No, wait. That sounds a lot like real life...
One morning, I daydreamed a telephone conversation between Brendon and I, and it wouldn't leave me alone so I actually wrote it out. It's saved on my computer under "Mary-Sue Lunacy" but I just opened it and refuse to post it because it's painfully terrible. To summarize, though, I'm in a band touring the world (I don't even play an instrument, lol) and Brendon and I are dating but somehow both end up falling in love with our bandmates and nearly (actually?) cheat on each other. And the phone conversation is pretty much us tearfully giving up what we had and deciding to be just friends. *headdesks*
I have no idea what's wrong with me. Don't ask /o\