no need to be crass, ted

Thumbelina | Joshua and Danni

You, uh, saw a few… Okay, I— Can I come get it? 

Sure you can. 

…Did you look through it? 

I saw a few when I picked it up. It was open.

Oh. Well, where is it? 

I kept it in my dorm because I didn't want anybody to look at it for you know, privacy reasons.

I’m happy for you, Danni.

I'm moving to New York. This is so exciting! I'm actually going to the big apple. I just- I'm so happy.

Um, I lost my sketchbook… It’s a spiral black notebook. If anyone finds it, just… Yeah. Give it to me. 

I think I did..I didn't know who's it was. 

That’s great, Danni

I know, right?

"Make sure it’s sweet tea for me, hon. The more sugar the better. Who cares about those damn health problems, anyway?" Carter giggled, his smile bright and dimples prominent. "I need to stop. I can hardly breathe," he stopped himself, his head bowing so he could hide in his hands until the laughter subsided. He couldn’t decide whether Danni’s awful attempt at a British accent was the worst, or if his idiotic Southern one was. "I say you don’t show her at all. But that’s alright, I have some pictures to use against you as well. Oh, of course. Even though approval from others isn’t something that would break up the relationship, I would value your opinion. The same goes for you whenever you get engaged, yeah? Hell, after she goes to see Magic Mike she won’t want to come home to me anymore." Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes and angrily chomped on a piece of the crust. "You wouldn’t dare, Hearts." 

"I'll call the medics! We can't have a bloke bob's your uncle-ing?" She trailed off, laughing at her attempt of an accent. She would never fit in there if she tried. But she was okay with just being a tourist. She shrugged. "Maybe I won't. But anything could happen at the Bridal shower or the Bachelorette party. Of course you value my opinion; it's what you signed up for when we became best mates. Being a best friend is a job, Carter. Shoulder to cry on, personal punching bag, bullshitter when needed, and built in matchmaker. But you've got good judgement. I'll most likely approve of your lady friend. Magic Mike tends to do that to people. I mean, I can't listen to Pony without thinking of Channing Tatum anymore." She chuckled, shoving her final crust on his plate again. "Oh trust me, darlin', I so would."

Well. Don’t.

Please don't tell m-me what to do right now. [ A few more tears fall ]

"Darn tootin’." He giggled, continuing on with the typical southern hillbilly persona even though he still sounded incredibly British. "Do you think I could pull off being a true country boy?" It was almost pathetic how horribly he was pulling it off at the moment, but still humorous nonetheless. "You wouldn’t tell him it was little ole me, would you?" He begged, batting his eyelashes and putting on the best puppy dog face possible. "What if she dumps me because she sees those pictures? If you show her, Danni, I will cry. Well, I’ll talk to my mom and your mom after you do. Please don’t even bring up all of the perverted ones I’ve taken. Middle school was a rough time for me! You know this!” 

"Elizabeth, dear, hand me my tea!" She sounded terrible with a British accent, but she continued to laugh. "Sadly, no, ol' chap. I think you should stay in the ol' Brit land and stay away from the colonies!" She switched to a Southern Belle when he gave her puppy dog eyes. "Oh darlin', I wouldn't tell him it was you even if I ran out of freshly churned butter." She shook her head. "She won't dump you! I'll show her at the bachelorette party. I have to meet her before you ask her to marry you, though! It's a best friend's duty to make sure that this woman is right for you. Then I'll take her to a Magic Mike show." She narrowed her eyes playfully. "My mom will work some magic and let me come, anyway. If I'm lucky, I'll get into the bridal party. Oh I've got tons of middle school memories."

Are you…crying?

Yeah, it's a thing people do.

Sure, if that’s what you want.

[ A few tears rolled down her face before she nodded somberly. ] Y-Yeah. S-Sorry. 

"Oh bloody hell, why do I choose to put up with buffoon’s such as yourself?" Carter chuckled, overdoing the common British stereotype in just the slightest degree. "What would your dad think?" He asked with a laugh, knowing how conservative her parents normally were. "I’m kidding, that would be very cruel." Shrugging, he chose to ignore the random strangers inside the pizzeria and focused on their conversation. "One; what if I grow up to be alone forever? Two; I will also talk to my mother about it. And three; she would make fun of me and would either run away, or beg to straighten my hair. This is why you’re the only one at school who knows they exist, thanks to my mother and her lovely scrapbooks." 

"Well, sugar, I havn't a clue! I guess that's just how the sun shines, darlin'!" She contributed to the stereotypical behavior of both of their natures. She slapped her forehead, her face hanging. "You know what my dad would think. He would kill me. Then he'd kill you for sending them." She waved her hand. "Just send them to my apartment in New York and I'll be happy." She giggled, focusing on her best friend. "One, you're not going to end up alone. You have a girlfriend, you wit! Two, I'll have my mom talk to your mom. Three, she would think they're hilarious and high five me. But the thrusting cardboard word one was a good photo. I can think of a ton just to stick in the slideshow, by the way."

Alright. Now what did I do?

No I just need to...not talk to you for a while. [ Her breathing became unsteady ]

I wasn’t aware that we ever were. We’re close, yes, extremely so, but you’re not my best friend.

[ Her voice got very quiet accompanied by her eyes starting to water ] I need to- to not talk to y-you for a while...

How? I’m not sure how you see things, Hearts but you’re neither my best friend, nor my mortal enemy, so I’m not sure what the confusion is all about.

So we're not best friends anymore? You said- All of this is fucking with my head.