good news! this is fixable. bad news? you’re gonna have to use your WORDS
you want romcom advice?
here it is, loser:
10 Things I Hate About You = grand gesture
While You Were Sleeping = emotional honesty and forehead touching
Crazy, Stupid, Love = take off your shirt strategically but only AFTER an apology
Notting Hill = tell her you’re just a sad hockey boy standing in front of a ballroom queen asking her to maybe not hate you with her entire being
honestly?? you don’t even need a plan.
just go to her. show up
say:
“i messed up. i’m sorry. i miss you. i don’t care about the show, i care about you.”
or maybe write it down so you don’t forget it and then SHUT UP and let her speak
also
maybe don’t punch anyone? unless it’s Lars.
in which case, aim for the hair.
45
LOVE, AWKWARDLY
Holly
“Sometimes words are harder than footwork.”
Holly had just restarted the damn jive track when the studio door slammed open as though The Walking Dead had fucking arrived. She startled halfway through her rock-step, brain already half-sizzled from exhaustion and sheer emotional burnout. She’d barely slept for the fourth night in a row, and her patience was hanging by a thread.
Of courseit was Nate.
Six feet and four inches of sweat-damp curls and controlled panic, standing in the doorway with an armful of oversized cue cards clutched like his life depended on them. He looked like he’d jogged here from a minor breakdown. His chest was heaving. His hands were shaking as he started toward her, shuffling his first card into position.
“Oh my god,” Holly blinked, watching him wide-eyed. “Am I gettingLove Actually’d right now?”
He didn’t answer. Just walked forward, slow and tentative, and held up the first card.
I’m shit at this. Please give me a minute.
Her jaw dropped as he awkwardly shuffled to the next card.
I know I hurt you. I’m sorry.
Another.
This wasn’t supposed to be real. I didn’t think you’d matter like this.
And then, in all caps, like his feelings had started yelling.
