game over.

Thanks, I get called that so rarely.

That sounds like a shame that’s fit for Tiny Tim’s sequel story.

My future job was the center of conversation yet again at the Anderson family dinner tonight. Is it time to graduate yet?

Is it a lack-thereof of a future job?

Smart man.

Stockholm Syndrome? Are you kidding me? Look, I don’t know what the Hell your problem is, but first of all: last time I checked Finn and I haven’t cheated on each other so you can just go ahead and stop throwing stones from your dollar store glass house. Secondly, I don’t need your attitude right now when I’ve literally done nothing to you but help when your freaky self got all sorts of coma patient before the opening of your club. And last, but not least, sorry not sorry that I’m in a happy relationship that I deserve. Go be jealous somewhere else.

I don’t know. Bill Nye is like the coolest guy ever. 

He can definitely rock a bowtie or two.

Right. Consider me disinterested then. You two have fun with your perfect relationship.

What the actual Hell? What’s with the attitude?

Are you sure? I’m gonna have so much free time on my hands doing absolutely nothing with my life, I might as well dedicate my life to science. Be useful.

You don’t have to go all Bill Nye to be useful.

I have received all my college rejection letters. The last one came a couple days ago. I haven’t opened it yet, but I know it’s a rejection. They send out the thick packets when you get accepted. And I have received 0 thick envelopes. 12/12 rejections. I’m gonna start Googling “what to do after high school when you’re a loser.” Maybe I’ll donate my time to experiments or something. There’s got to be a sleep study I could join. Or if they’re planning on sending a chimp to Jupiter, maybe I could volunteer instead? Jupiter seems pretty fun. 

Calm down, Mila Kunis. No need to talk about planetary adventures, plstysm. Or sleep studies. Or any sort of experiment.

I guess you’re safe from my ridicule. For now.

Ew, gross. What terrible language.

Please.  I’m the least likely girl anyone would suspect of that.  

You never know. I’m dating the creme de la creme of hunky men around here and I’m still accused of it.

Guess it’s easy to guess. I changed it this time though.

One more question: Was your passcode a birthday?

There's nothing exciting about a couple who stays together 'no matter what'. This isn't a fairy tale. This is real life.