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Just A Maybe. Reader x Romano
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She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a
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Kate,
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Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
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mirror.you tried to dig your way through glass and aluminum.
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The Addiction: First Meeting

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It was a wintery day, Christmas stood at the door with its white coat and long beard. Trevor was insecure, the uncertainty was eating at him. He was told by his friend Christine, of the DailyDeviants team, that this would be the best place; since she had had to deal with her polls issue and they actually saved her life. But still, as sure as he was about solving his problem, it seemed like taking the step through the door was one hell of a leap.


“Err…” He managed to say, surprised by the abrupt reality-call.

“First timer?” Kate asked him, smiling as confidently as she could, remembering her first time, standing at the door just like he is now.

“Yeah… I’m sorry…” Trevor said while his cheeks burned.

“That’s OK. I know what’s that like, let me help you.” she pushed him through the door and laughed. So surprised he was at the act, Trevor had nothing better to do than laugh. After a few seconds of laughter she walked in. “Sorry about that, but I find it helpful to just, you know – go for it.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks.” He laughed in embarrassment.

The room was already full, people were standing in groups all around, talking to other people, drinking coffee, eating cookies. A man in a blue suit, which was not too formal but much more than the others, stood in the middle of a circle of chairs. “People,” he said in a low and very confident voice “it’s time. Please take your sits.” People all around finished their conversations, and got into the circle of chairs, sitting.

“Are you coming?” Kate asked Trevor and he reluctantly nod, taking a step forward and sitting next to Kate, who seemed very amused at his reluctance.

“Good afternoon, today we have some new members and to start I’d like all of us to have a short round of names, everyone who wishes to add few lines about themselves is welcomed to do so, but for the time being let’s keep it simple. So my name, as most of your already know, is Dr. Ralf Maximus, but I prefer Ralf. I run this group almost 5 years now, and I enjoy the occasional nose picking.”

“Hi.” Said the unlady with burning hair and faerie wings that was sitting next to Ralf. “My name is Kathy, and I would like to kill you all. It’s nothing personal, it’s just what I do – kill everyone swiftly and efficiently. Accept Kate. Hi sweetheart!”

“Hi honey!” Kate blew a kiss in the air and a giggle icon appeared above her head.

“Kathy, Kate, please, let’s keep it orderly for the time being.” Ralf said as Kathy glared at him with her fairy eyes.

“eh... yeah, hi. My name is Ben. And I brought cheese.”

Kathy:    Cheese?

Ralf:    Never mind that now, Kathy.

Kathy:    No. Cheese is not OK.

Ben:    But it’s a good cheese!

Kathy:    I don’t care if it’s a good cheese!

Amber:    will you two just shut up for a second! *rubbing her head* Jeez… Hi, I’m Amber.

Ralf:    you wanna add anything to that? [Amber gives Ralf a mad look] Oookie… next then.

Kate:    Well, I’m Kate, and I’m not new here. I am addicted to :#litlove:.

Group:    We love you Kate!

Ralf:    Very good people. Trevor, you’re next.

Trevor:    yeah, hi. I’m new here… my name is Trevor.

Kathy:    What? Fervor?

[Everyone laughs]

Ralf:    Kathy, be nice to Trevor, he is new here.

Omri:    Hi, well, my name is –

Ralf:    Ok, so next on our agenda is—

Kate:    Hey! Haven’t you forgotten something?

Ralf:    Yes? What? Oh, yeah. Sorry Omri, speak up next time.

Omri [murmurs to himself]:    Yeah, I’m Omri.

Ralf:    OK, so who wants to start today?

Ben:    Well, I have this problem with –

Ralf:    I think we’ll start with Trevor then. Go on.

Trevor:    What about—

Ralf:    oh don’t mind him. He brought cheese.

Trevor:    oh… OK…

[Kate nudges Trevor]

Trevor:    well, I got this problem. I’m posting too many journals… though I’m not sure it’s a problem really, because I’m enjoying it too much.

Ralf:    You cannot admit to have a problem if you don’t have a problem.

Trevor:    Yeah, I guess you’re right there. So, so maybe I do have a problem.

Group:    We love you Trevor!

Trevor:    heh… thanks. Well…

Kathy:    well you know what I’m sensing? Insecurity.

Ralf:    That’s very good Kathy, why don’t you go on with that.

Kathy:    well you all know that I have this problem with, burning people, that’s not new there… But I’m confident at my burning capabilities. Trevor, it seems to me like you are afraid of your addiction.

Ralf:    That’s a very insightful comment. Anyone wants to add something to that?

Amber:    I think that Trevor is not telling us the whole truth.

Ralf:    And why is that?

Amber:    I think he is afraid to expose himself.

Ralf:    Trevor, do you want to reply to that?

Trevor:    well, you know… I’m new here.

Ralf:    That would not be an excuse.

Trevor:    Ok, so maybe that’s true. Maybe I’m not sharing everything, so what?

Kate:    So you can’t solve the problem if you’re not completely out there.

Ralf:    You know what I think? I think that Trevor is afraid of us.

Omri:    I would be afraid too if I was new here.

Ralf:    You are new here.

Omri:    oh.

Trevor:    OK, you know what? I’ll tell it as it is. I like the fact I’m doing those journals. OK?

Ralf:    The first step to recovery is admittance.

Trevor:    Yeah, but I don’t want to solve that!

Kate:    I feel hostility.

Amber:    Me too.

Kathy:    Sorry about that!

Ben:    I think that… if I may… that Trevor is hiding behind his social mask.

Ralf:    wow, that was very insightful.

Ben:    I think that if you peel off his mask of socially acceptance he will be more self aware.

Ralf:    and how should we do that?

Amber:    Take off his shirt?

Kathy:    Yeah!

Kate:    I’m not looking!

Omri:    Do I smell burning cheese?

Kathy:    I’m hungry!

Ralf:    OK, Trevor. Take off your shirt please.

Trevor:    But I don’t want to do that! What are you, crazy?

Ralf:    if you won’t take off your shirt, how can we help you?

Trevor:    wha?

[After a lot of fighting around Trevor takes off his shirt]

Ralf:    how does it feel now?

Trevor:    cold…

Ben:    that’s because you are afraid of telling us the truth about your inner self.

Amber:    Yes! Tell us the truth about your inner self!

Kathy:    Can I have his inners on a stick?

Omri:    that’s a lovely sight…

Ralf:    Omri, will you not disturb this very important process that’s going on here? We are trying to focus!

Omri:    But—

Ben:    Yeah, shut up!

Ralf:    Ben, it is not OK to jump on a running horse!

Kate:    that’s not a saying!

Ralf:    I’m the professional here, I get to say what’s a saying and what’s not.

Kathy:    You better talk nice to her!

Ralf:    or what?!

[Kathy burns his mustache]

Ralf:    I don’t even have a mustache!

Kathy:    now you don’t.

Trevor:    You guys are crazy…

Group:    We love you Trevor.

Kate:    Trevor, why don’t you be more open with the group? Share your feelings?

Trevor:    OK, I want my shirt back.

Amber:    No way. It’s mine now.

Kathy:    Kate, how are you sweetheart?

Kate:    oh, I’m fine and you?

Amber:    you know I’ve watched Mtv the other day and—

Ben:    you’re talking about that show with the—

Ralf:    People! Trevor is in dire need of help! Can’t you see he’s suffering?!

Group:    We love you Trevor!

Trevor:    listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with you people, but Omri just killed himself.

Ralf:    who?

Trevor:    That guy!

Ralf:    Oh, that’s OK. Leave him be. Now let’s focus on you.


Trevor:    But he’s dead!!!

Ralf:    It’s just a call for attention, he’ll come back.

Trevor:    Are you crazy?! We need to call an Ambulance!

Ben:    He is trying to divert the subject again! Look!

Trevor:    He is bleeding on the goddamn floor!!!

Kathy:    That’s not blood! That’s strewberry juice!

Trevor:    it’s blood!

Kate:    you are too tensed you know, what is troubling you so much?

Ralf:    tell the group what you are so afraid of.

Trevor:    Dead. Guy. Floor. Blood.

Amber:    I got a headache [rubs her temple]

Ralf:    You know what I think? I think Trevor is afraid of the truth. Afraid to face the truth.

Trevor:    and that would be?

Kathy:    that you’re a zatch.

Ralf:    Kathy! Behave!

Kathy:    rrrrrr…

Kate:    oh… that’s so sweet!

Kathy:    Prrr..

[Kate and Kathy hug]

Ralf:    I think that you are afraid of not doing your journal because deep down you know that if you stop journaling you are dead.

Trevor:    no…

Ghost of Omri:    I tend to agree here.

Kate:    yay! Wb!

Ghost of Omri:    that took longer than expected… gota fix my net connectivity…

[Kate tries to hug the spirit of Omri]

Trevor:    What is going on here?!

Group:    We love you Trevor!

Trevor:    I didn’t even say anything relevant! You are all nuts…

Ralf:    Are we? Or is it you that is nuts?

Kathy:    nuts

Amber:    nuts

Ghost of Omri:    nuts

Ben:    nuts

Kate:    not that again…

When Trevor was back at home, opening his laptop and logging in to DeviantART, the journal popped into his vision and the memories of the traumatizing event flushed back. He realized that the last thing he wanted to do now was write a journal.
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This little story was written due to Trevor's most troubling addiction. I urge you all to give and give him a big hug, say few words and support the poor fellow in his dark time. :hug:

Presented with love for the good people of #LitLove as well! :heart:

If anyone wants to be edited out of this please note me, and it will be done :)

In order of appearance:

Trevor, our tragic hero, is `GaioumonBatou

Christine, the princess of all that goes Argh, is =Christine-Devereux

Kate, the queen of all kitties, is `Flutterings

Dr. Ralf Maximus, the master of all that goes wrong, would be *RalfMaximus

Kathy, the ruler of the underworld, is =evile33

Ben, the Master of all Things Curly, is ~BeeZeroOne

Amber, ruler of the Orgasm Technicians, is *AGMeade

Omri, and his ghost, would be me :blushes:

And I forgot to mention =Synith for the amazing term - Orgasm Technicians! :w00t:

23.12.08 - Edit:
Thanks to the sweet `Flutterings for helping me with this edit. :thanks:
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`GaioumonBatou Jan 11, 2009
:lmao: :rofl:

I'm so late to reading this, but I told you I would.

And I should have you know, I posted three journals two days ago. I think I'm having a relapse. :lmao:
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`leoraigarath Jan 12, 2009  Professional Writer
Don't worry, soon comes the second trip :)
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:icongaioumonbatou:
`GaioumonBatou Jan 12, 2009
Uh oh. :lmao:
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~AmaryllisHakatri Jan 1, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
I lol'd. :lol:

That's so like LitLove, you really captured the general air of the room. :P
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`leoraigarath Jan 4, 2009  Professional Writer
I hope I did! lol, because if it’s not #LitLove than… it’s… hell?! :confused:
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~AmaryllisHakatri Jan 4, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Hee, nah.
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~TheBloodWriter Dec 29, 2008
Hilarious.
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`leoraigarath Dec 29, 2008  Professional Writer
Thank you :thanks: glad you enjoyed it :nod:
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~TheBloodWriter Dec 29, 2008
I liked the way it just sort of melted away into chat room dialogue effortlessly.

It made me a little concerned when you died.
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!EverydaySaint Dec 25, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
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