March 13th, 7:41pm

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"I'm not staring."

"I would've believed you if you could take your eyes off me even for a second."

"I'm just concerned."

"About?"

"You."

"Why?"

"I think you're mad at him for something."

"And?"

"I don't think the dude even knows that you're mad at him."

"So?"

"Don't you think he deserves to know that at least?"

"No."

"How else is he supposed to make up to you if he doesn't even knows that you're mad at him."

"Did I say that I want him to make it up to me?"

"You don't?"

"No."

"Then stop being so bitter."

"Why should I?"

"Wait- is this about him questioning about you not being anything to him?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Get lost Reed."

"For the record, I think it was only because he was jealous."

"And that gives him the right to question us? Question everything about us? Question what he means to me? Question what I am to him?"

"It doesn't. But I think you should cut him some slack."

"No."

"C'mon okay, think about it. No guy would ever want his girl to call another guy cute and be on first name basis when he himself doesn't knows her name."

"So I can't even have friends now? Great."

"That's not what I meant, and you know that. Stop trying to twist my words."

"Then, shut up."

"Are you sure there isn't anything else?"

"No."

"No, as in there isn't anything else, or no, as in you're not sure?"

"Okay fine. I'm mad at him for a lot of things. Happy?"

"Care to elaborate?"

"No."

"Seriously, Walton."

"You're walking on thin ice here Sherman."

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