Sunday, March 31, 2013 x 3:21 AM
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, shoot."
"What do I mean to you?"
"Well, aside from the fact that you're my hushed lover. . . ."
"Be serious, please."
"Fine, fine. Honestly, I've never thought about it yet."
"Do you like me?"
"Sure."
"Like, do you see me as your girlfriend or whatever?"
"Aren't we already -- okay, okay, you can stop glaring now -- hm."
"Do you like someone? Anyone?"
"I find a few girls here and there fairly attractive."
"Am I attractive to you?"
"Will you stop it with the questions? You're being annoying as hell."
"I'm sorry."
"No, I'
m sorry. Okay. Sorry."
"...."
"I feel different when I'm with you. Like, I'm just really happy and shit. You're different, okay? You're different from the other girls I've been with. Or have almost been with. Whatever."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Just....thanks. Really."
"I wonder why I keep hanging out with you. You are so weird."
