With my level of popularity and coolness, he says. You’re just really lucky you’re cute or you’d have trouble in life.
That’s very true, how many troubles and punishments this face has helped me out from before, you wouldn’t believe. Saved me a lot of detention hours.
You’re so lame, Derek. So lame, the cons are slowly starting to over weigh the pros in this friendship. I slow danced in a burning room once. The fireplace really set the mood.
I’m just gonna say it again for lack of anything else. You’re so weird. You’re interfering with my level of popularity and coolness at this school.
Mm, you mentioned it once or twice. Have you ever been slow dancing in a burning room, Derek?
I’d likely have other concerns than slow dancing when a room is on fire.
Like, getting the hell out of there or other unreasonable stuff like that.
It’s mad depressing when you eat the last piece of candy but you didn’t look at the bag and you realize it’s the last one, so you could’ve truly appreciated it for what it was worth.
You’re so weird, did I tell you lately.
No, no, there’s not, just. Just sod off, Derek. You’re not someone I want to deal with right now. Keep Nick away from me though.
Great, yeah, Mel, that’s ace. Keep pushing everyone around you away, especially your brothers, that’ll make you really happy in the long run. I could not give a rat’s arse right now, but yet I’m asking how you’re holding up. And I mean, yeah, obviously I’m going to, you’re my sister. But. Whatever.
I don’t even know anymore. Everything has turned to shit.
I’m sure everything’s not gone to shit and ..you’ll be okay, sis.. Eventually or whatever. Anything I could .. do at all..?
Never trust a blond headed bitch you once called a friend of yours. ‘I won’t tell a single soul, I promise’ My fucking arse you didn’t.
Are you.. I mean, are you.. okay, sis? Or, whatever?
If ya’ want t’em to lable ya’ as t’eir gay best friend, maybe.
Nah, mate, you haven’t seen enough chick flick romcoms. Girls totally dig the sensible, talk-about-your-feelings guy. They think blokes get them then and shit and are ready to swoon.
T’at’s oddly deep, mate. Really deep. Well, t’en, don’t let anyone stop ya’, and continue preachin’ about ya’ feelings and shit.
I’ve heard it’s a total seller for getting girls.
It was lackin’ originality, t’at little story of yours.
Well, stupid, it was neither made for originality, neither was it supposed to be an entertaining story, I was sharing. Like. My feelings and shit and that sounds like a Chick-Flick moment but that’s because of my lack for a better word. A bit like a status update.