i think this is a sign that i need more friends
him: hey, princess!
me: ....
him: wait for me!
me: what do you want? and stop it with the nicknames!
him: are you doing anything, saturday?
me: no.
him: want to go out somewhere with me?
me: no.
him: aw, come on!
me: i'm not going on a date with you.
him: not a date, just a friendly outing between friends.
me: we're not friends.
him: what? i thought we had something special!
me: stop being such a drama queen. don't you have any other friends?
him: yup.
me: then why don't you go harass them, not me?
him: they're over ten thousand miles away.
me: oh.
him: yeah.
me: sorry.
him: so does this mean you'll go with me?
angrily penned on a bit of spare notebook paper
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
