Which may have been the strangest thing I’ve ever done to procrastinate.
It was fun though! I might do it with the other movies. And with other characters. We’ll see.
Me: WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA. Since when were we talking about spending our lives together? I thought his was one of those things where you were like my gay BFF and I was your fag hag or something. I think… I think we need to discuss some things before we continue this relationship.
Me: Passage to what? Your pants? Sweetheart, you need to raise your standards, or all the boys will think you’re loose!
Me: Jealous much? Honey, you gotta know that ain’t none of THIS gonna be contained. Also, seriously, cut it out with the possessiveness. I’ma talk to who I wanna talk to, mkay? That that includes the long-haired Indian boy. Oops sorry, Native American boy. It’s cool, in the next movie he cuts his hair, gets a tattoo, and gets ripped. Why-why are you crying? Are you being serious right now? You’re going to ruin The Prom.
Me: I don’t know, home? I mean you just told me that we had to ~be apart~ or whatever else (which honestly, I think it’s healthy, we do need our own alone time, you know), so yeah, have fun? Don’t forget to write? You’re-you’re kind of smothering me, actually.
Me: OKAY THANKS, YEAH NOT A FIVE YEAR OLD, JUST IN INTENSE PAIN, OKAY? SO JUST ACTUALLY ‘MAKE IT GO AWAY’ AND NOT- OW OW WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT IS NOT MAKING IT GO AWAY, IT IS MAKING IT WORSE, WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING OH MY GOD CONSIDER US OVER
