Shane = Bold
Cleo = Italics
"Super-girl are you alright?"
"No. No I am not alright."
"Why not? Are you still hurt? What am I talking about? Of course you're not. You got hit on the side of the head with a beer bottle for Christ's sake. I'm surprised you can even speak, let alone tell me if you're alright. Super-girl I know you said that you don't like hospitals and all but your head was bleeding. Bleeding. I seriously think that you should reconsider that stateme-"
"I was actually going to say because you woke me up before seven 'o clock but now that you mention it that small detail may have contributed to the large headache I have right now. How did you know that I got hit on the side of the head with a bottle?"
"I...well...um...you see...I j- I was- damn. Your cousin he...uh."
"Lost Boy, do you have brown eyes by any chance?"
"Yes...wait. Hang on a second. No. Nope. No brown eyes at all. My eyes are purple. Full on purple. You know, like lavender? Yup, that kind of purple."
"Lost Boy."
"Yes?"
"Unless you permanently wear contact lenses having purple eyes is impossible."
"I have brown eyes."
"A-ha!"
"Look, your cousin told me you were in trouble and I guess...I just...I just panicked. Okay. Okay? I just- I don't know. I thought about what you told me about valuing life and I just...I just couldn't stand the thought of you hurt when you tried so hard to stop me from hurting myself. I...I just felt...I felt guilty at the thought of you hurt even though it wouldn't have been me doing the harm. I...I sped off to find you with nothing but a picture of you that your cousin had sent me and a...a medical kit just in case."
"So it was you."
"Yeah. I guess it was."
"Are you rubbing the side of your neck right now?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I-"
"Let me guess. In all of those books you read the male lead always rubs the side of his neck when he's nervous?"
"Would you look at that? You're beginning to understand my way of thinking."
"Is that a good thing?"
"I guess it is. Your eyes are really pretty by the way."
"So'syourface."
"I'm sorry, what? I didn't quite catch that. It kind of sounded like when that deranged cousin of mine tries to talk with a bagel in his mouth."
"Your face... it...it's, you know, easy on the eyes if you know what I mean."
"You saw my face?"
"Of course I saw your face! What do you think I did, blindfolded myself and used a guide dog to carry you to my car?"
"You think I'm pretty?"
"No! Not at all. I happen to find you beautiful actually! I mean, it's been a long time since I've seen a girl without any makeup and you're just really pretty okay? OKAY? Really REALLY PRETTY!"
"You know, Lost Boy, saying it in an angry voice doesn't make it any less of a compliment."
"Shut up Super-girl."
"Your eyes aren't that bad either. Or your car."
"My car?"
"Look up idiot. I can see your black Ferrari parked in my driveway. Or, at least, I'm going to assume it's you seeing as I can't think of anyone else who would be parked in my driveway."
"Can you see inside?"
"No idiot. I don't have bloody X-ray vision. All I can see is the silhouette of you talking on the phone to me. Also, what the hell Lost Boy?"
"What?"
"I can see the silhouette of you wearing sunglasses."
"And?"
"It's winter."
"Maybe I think they look cool."
"They don't."
"How do you know?"
"Sunglasses are for superstars and people who don't want people to see their eyes."
"Enlighten me, Super-girl. Why would someone want to hide their eyes from people?"
"Because rumor has it that eyes are windows to the soul."
"Prove it."
"Shane Caliente."
"..."
"Lost Boy did you just choke? Are you alright in that rather expensive looking car of yours?"
"What...what about Shane Caliente?"
"Look at him. He wears sunglasses all the damn time. You wanna know why?"
"W...w...why?"
"Because he's too damn perfect that's why!"
"Perfect?"
"Yeah. Good looking."
"G...good looking?"
"Yeah, I mean, I'm not one for annoyingly perfect superstars but I've got to admit that the boy is good looking. I mean, is it even human to have cheekbones that are that prominent?"
"Well, speaking as someone who-"
"And as for the perfect thing. Always smiling. Perfect girlfriend. Perfect singing voice which, even I have to admit is good. I mean, how many singers do you know these days that don't actually need to use autotune? Perfect house, actually make that perfect seven houses. Perfect bank account. Perfect everything."
"Sounds like you like this guy."
"You didn't let me finish. I hate him. I hate him so much. How can someone possibly be that perfect? I mean, someone that perfect has to be hiding something. Something big and if there's one thing I hate the most it's people who pretend it be something that they're not."
"..."
"You alright there Lost Boy? I'm sorry if I went full on rant at you. It's just something that I feel really strongly about."
"No...no. It's fine. It makes perfect sense. Who wouldn't hate a guy like that? You know what? I just remembered that I have to be somewhere. Bye Super-girl."