Conversations (Gxg): The Monday Morning Theory

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'Loser, I miss you. What took you so long to pick up the-'

'Baby, can I ask you something?'

'Y-yeah. Sure.'

'I'm kind of drunk. And I miss you. And I think I might... wait, are you even really gay?'

'I'm definitely gay, Trish. Are you alright?'

'I'm alright. God, I just want you here right now. I fucking miss you.'

'I miss you.'

'I'm going to say something. But you can't bring it up after tonight, okay?'

'Okay, Trish. What is it?'

'I think I'm getting feelings for you. Like, scary serious feelings. You make me want to write again and be responsible again and be productive again. So you better tell me ahead if this is going anywhere because this is going to hurt me sooner or later if you're just playing.'

'Are you drunk?'

'I'm not sure.'

'Will you remember any of this tomorrow?'

'Probably not. But I would fly there right now if I had the money. I fucking miss you.'

'You'll be home in 2 more days, babe.'

'Tell me something you wouldn't tell me if you and I were sober.'

'I'm kind of falling in love with you.'

'I'm kind of falling in love with you, too. Is that too fast?'

'It's not too fast, Mella.'

'I can write novels about you.'

'I love y-'

'You should be my girlfriend. Like, for real.'

'You're drunk, Trish.'

'You're everything I want, Mella.'

'Ask me when you're not drunk.'

'Answer me when you're done fooling around.'

'Come home.'

'Wait for me.'