It's all on you

You should never ever forget how weird I am. It’s my greatest quality. Yeah, of course! I’d love that. Just come to my room and we can get this started.

Actually you get used to it after a while. And if the headache ever gets too much, I do have easy access to weed, so. No, but it is! It’s thrilling! I do acid and weed because it’s artistic and I love the experience, but helping you out to do that is a completely different kind of badassness. I love it.

That's true, but then again we pretty much have easy access to everything anyway. Sometimes I forget how weird you are, An. So, are we doing the whole acid thing or what?

The bleachers are fun if you’re into public stuff. It’s exciting. A+ choice, in my opinion.

Mmm, like I said, it's my favorite.

I think that would be kinda hard. There’s isn’t a lot of space for one couple to fuck in the janitor’s closet, let alone two. Even threesomes are difficult. But it’s probably better this way.

Well, it's definitely not my favorite place, I like under the bleachers better, but eh, it's good enough for quickies when classes are too boring.

Unfortunately, I do. Well, not the janitor’s closet, exactly. I prefer the locker room. Yes, you are. The competition isn’t great, but I think you’d be my favorite either way.

I know, but it would be awkward if we both ended up in the same place to hook up. So sweet.

I wouldn’t say hard, but it’s very frustrating sometimes. That means I’m your favorite and I can be okay with that.

I know the feeling. There's only so many girls a week I can fuck in the janitor's closet, y'know? Well, I know I'm yours, so it's only fair.

What? It’s true. Boys are always trying to put in it and I can only say “not today” so many times. Well, as long as you love to love me, I’m settled.

Your life must be so hard, so many dicks offered and so little time. Eh, I'm still unsure about that. Let's just say you're the one I hate the less.

Actually, I’m pretty sure mine is better than yours. I don’t know if my reputation is much better than yours. I think the cheerleaders are calling me dirty hippie now. But it’s not like I care what people say, really. They only know about like half of the stuff I do in my private time.

Again with the rudeness. It's not like we have to care, they love hating us and hate loving us and all that.

And so is your ass~ I don’t mind if you sell to the kids, as long as you share some of the profit. My lifestyle is expensive, you know? I feel like I’m constantly fucked, in one way or another, honestly. I don’t exactly mind it.

Please. We have the same one and it's fucking awesome. Alright, noted. And I'm the one with a bad reputation.

You called me lame, this is your fault. Talking about the weed, though, I think I might get some of it. I’m really in need of some relaxing.

Well, you are. Sure, you know where it is, as usual. And I promise, this time I didn't sell some of it to sophomores, it's all there. You're lucky I don't count how many times you've said that, otherwise you'd be fucked.

Your ass is lame. I have to get it through Dad and Daddy first. Unless if you want to get hallucinate on the street. In that case, bring a camera because I would like to film it.

Hey, no need to be fucking rude. If I manage to keep vodka bottles and weed stashed in my room for when you need a pick-me-up, you can handle bringing your own shit in. 

It’s almost disappointing that the most exciting thing I get to do tonight is smuggling my acid into my own bedroom. I could swear I had more game than this.

Did I hear acid? And you're not sharing? You're getting lame, Anna.