"My legs are literally dead. I can never walk again. I'm going to be stuck here on your sofa forever. This is all your fault."
"Stop overreacting, loser. You're just sore from skating. Come here, put your legs on my lap. I'll give you a massage."
"You sure?"
"Yup, my coach used to do this to me after training and it works miracles."
"Alright, this part hurts-fuck, right there. Yup, that's the spot. Shit, that feels so good."
"Right here?"
"Yeah. Wow. Mella, I might have to marry you now."
"Oh, you wish."
"You know, if you wanted an excuse to feel me up, you could've just said so-ow! Hey, that hurts!"
"Stop being annoying if you want me to continue."
"You're really hot when you're bossy."
"You should see me in bed."
"..."
"Quiet all of a sudden, are we, Trish?"
"I-I wasn't prepared for that. I-uhh-yeah. Shit, I'm out of comebacks. I hate you."
"We should skate more often. You're a lot cuter when you're falling on your butt so much that you can't annoy me."
"Can we play a different sport next time?"
"But baby, I want to go ice skating."
"B-but... I... we can try another..."
"Please, babe?"
"This isn't fair! You can't just babe me and give me those eyes when you want something from me."
"Yes I can."
"That's not fair."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"I hate you."
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