Okay, listen. It's time for me to fess up. I am all badass, yes. But I can also be a closet romantic. (Don't tell anyone. It's a secret.) And I'm writing from Capri's viewpoint here, and she's a headstrong, heedless romantic, and she's all like whee! and it is cheesy in places, okay?
But Capri is as much a part of me as Julia. And as tough as I am sometimes, there are times when I dissolve into incredulous giggles just because "OMG you like me like me!" and that's like wow.
So forgive the like-wow moments I write for Capri, okay?
I am at this point only continuing to transcribe because whitecrow0 and deyaniera will draw and quarter me if I don't. And also to get to some of the later stuff.
But this is silly and it's awkward. And y'know what? This is the first time this really closed-off girl (Julia, of course, not Capri) is doing anything like this, so this is allowed to be awkward.
But oh dear gods, Wisconsin called and it wants its cheese back.
EDIT: And I'm also not responsible for the musical direction. Capri took over the iPod starting with the beginning of the next excerpt, with "Before I Walk on Fire" by Sophie B. Hawkins, and wandered a bit amongst Indigo Girls and then Eric Carmen's "Make Me Lose Control" and stuff. I mean, "Before I Walk on Fire" was nice: "Oh, my darling/let me show you/I love you" and hey, coincidence, Sophie's bi, but the "random" Indigo Girls mini-marathon? A bit cliche.
My iPod is possessed. And it likes Girl-On-Girl Action.