"Hey."
"Hm...today not a good day?"
"Indeed. I'm sick... and tired of everything. I've come to a stage where life sucks."
"Yeah...hardest stage to get out of. I'm still in it too."
"Look at that. We're very alike. I told you were going to hell together."
"I really can't escape you."
"Nope...Gabby! Can you make me tea? My throat hurts, Bobby."
"I don't want to tell you that I told you so...but I told you so."
"Is it weird that -"
"We're not tired of each other when we're tired of everything else?"
"...How'd you -"
"I told you, I'm still in that stage."
"...You're a really good boyfriend. Well, to me you are."
"I try."
"What's wrong with you? Everything should be great. Your mom's fine...you have that adorable little brother..."
"School is a pain in the ass...I'm still a moody teenager...I can only speak to my girlfriend...and she's crazy...but sadly, lovable."
"I'm sure she loves you back. I should meet her sometime...I really miss you though. It's does suck that we're pulled away from each other...Thank you Gabby."
"I miss you too...only a few months left."
"And then it's just me and you. Against the whole world."
"I would accept that any day."
"Stop being so cute. It will make me miss you more."
"You're really sweet when you're sick. Funny."
"Hardy-Har-Har...can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"When's your birthday?"
"June 4th. You?"
"April 19th."
"That's in a few days."
"I know...I may just stay in my room and just talk to you. That would be a great birthday."
"Aw. My heart."
"Are you free on the 19th?"
"Uhh...I don't think I have classes on that day...so, yeah. I'm fine with spending my whole day talking to you."
"See? Good boyfriend."
"It's the best I can do."
"Don't worry. In the summer, I'll get enough kisses for a lifetime. Which is equal to a lifetime of presents."
"Great."
"..."
"..."
"You know I love you right?"
"I hope so."
"I know I say it all the time but seriously...I do."
"I love you too, Doanld."
"Charlie's right...Donald is better."