i don't know where we're going but it can't be for nothing.
me: so...
him: so?
me: prom.
him: uh, what?
me: nevermind.
him: no, what are you talking about?
me: it was nothing.
him: prom talk?
me: it's fine, i'm not talking about it.
him: you want to go to prom?
me: well, i never actually went last year... and i thought i might, it being our last year and everything.
him: is this your way of asking me to prom?
me: no! i'm just saying that i might be going.
him: you're totally asking me to prom. modern, i dig it.
me: do you ever shut up?
him: you of all people know the answer to that.
me: ugh.
him: of course i'll go with you to prom.
me: you don't have to go through all that prom shit though...
him: prom shit?
me: you know, paying for both the tickets, corsage, blah blah blah... i'm not going all out for a dress or anything.
him: i can't let you go shopping alone.
me: and why's that?
him: you have an awful sense of fashion.
me: like yours is any better?
him: it's extremely better.
me: uh-huh.
him: just let me go?
me: ...
him: i promise to not share my commentary.
me: really?
him: ... no.
me: don't make me hurt you.
him: so... is that a yes?
me: fine.
him: you're so stubborn.
me: ...
him: so what color we thinking, orange?
me: ...
him: oh no, what am i thinking? orange makes you look bloated.
me: wha-?
him: definitely not green, that makes you look like a log.
me: if you continue to talk, you won't be coming to prom with me.
him: stop being so angry. it's cute and distracting me.
me: i will kill you.
him: you couldn't.
me: you have thirty seconds to run.
him: hah.
me: you think i'm kidding.
him: you can't trick me!
me: ...
him: why are you looking at me like that?
me: ...
him: stop hitting me with your purse! since when do you have a purse anyways?
me: ...
him: it looks so girly, get rid of it!
me: ...
him: okay, i'm running!
messy words
so many copies
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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 ]
