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“Oh shit, you didn’t know?” “What the fuck do you think? I can’t believe you’re telling me that she’s been ignoring my phone calls, text messages, and have cut all forms of communication to be kissing your girlfriend.” “Actually I didn’t exactly say all of that… I just said she kissed Blondie.” “Well this has been going on whether you said it or not. And I can’t believe you think all of this is funny.” “Man, the kiss isn’t a big deal. You’re all pissed and shit for nothin’. Girls like foolin’ around and gettin’ friendly with each other. They’re best friends, it’s cool, man.” “It is a big deal actually and it isn’t cool ‘man’. She’s my fucking girlfriend, you know? And she’s cheating on me.” "You’re overreactin’, Greaseball." "Overreacting?! She kissed someone one else — your girlfriend, may I add. And without my consent. That, to me, would be considered cheating. Don’t tell me I’m overreacting.. “ "I still think you’re overreactin’. One measly kiss. Ain’t like they were fuckin’ each other. Now that’s cheatin’. *chuckles*” "Don’t say anything else to me.."

“That’s all I get from you is a ‘fuck you’? Hell, you’re not even puttin’ up an argument with me. You really must be out of it..” *shrugs* “What, you aren’t gonna talk to me?” *irritatingly sighs deeply* "Well… I’ve got somethin’ hilarious to tell you that may get you talkin.’” ”I highly doubt it, but whatever. Since you can’t take a hint and leave me the hell alone, humor me.” ”Have you heard about your girlfriend kissin’ my girl?” “You’re fucking kidding me right? That never happened you asshole..“ “Are you sure that never happened? ‘Cause that sure ain’t what I’m hearin’.“ "I don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth…" "I swear to ya, man. Blondie told me all about it. She was all freakin’ out and shit. *laughs* The look on her face was priceless too! "

“Well ‘bout time you showed up. Did you forget how to tell time this mornin’?” “Save it. I’m really not in the mood for your shit today, Jon. Can we pretend to tolerate each other?” “Didn’t get laid, huh?” “I mean it, Jon. Cut the bullshit.” “Alright, alright, Greaseball. I’ll finish what I’ve already started and then move on to the interior work. I know you aren’t familiar with any kind of interior lately, just to make things easier for ya.” “Fuck you, Jon.”

“You thought the kiss was worth it? Are you starting to feel guilty kissing someone else other than your boyfriend?” “Foxy, I still feel that kiss was worth it. I love my friend to death. It’s just facing the reality of it all that scares the hell out of me.” “But ‘Raya, your boyfriend?” “I would love for you to stop bringing that up...” “I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to face Matt sooner rather than later. You can’t really ignore him forever. Tell him you need a break to think about things. At least that would be something.” “Ignoring him has been so much easier..” “But you know that isn’t fair. Why are you even ignoring him anyways?” “Because I... *sighs* I don’t... I don’t trust him. I can’t make myself feel comfortable around him. The more I get to know him, the more he starts to come across as an ex of mine. I got too comfortable with my ex, and it screwed me over in the end. And then Matt told me that he loved me and... I don’t know it’s stupid... I had to get away.” “Honey, it’s not stupid. Everyone goes through tough situations in the past. But you can’t let what happened in the past effect any other possible relationship.” “But it is stupid! I put myself in this situation because I don’t know what to do. Ugh, I’m so fucking conflicted..” “You already know what I think you should do.” “Unfortunately, I do.” “But out of curiosity, who is this friend you kissed?” “Ugh, why must you be so nosy? Haven’t I already told you enough?” “Oh come one, tell me. I have to know who has Miss ‘I Have No Soul’ so flustered.” ”Oh what the fuck ever.” “Now you’re stalling.” “Ok, ok I’ll tell you. Well... I think you may know this person.” “That‘s it? I don’t even get a clue? Is he tall? Is he short? Does he wear glasses? Give me something.” “She.” “She?!”

“Where are we going exactly, ‘Raya?” “Nowhere in particular. You wanted me out of my house, well now you got me out. I honestly wanted to be left alone.” “Do you want to just go back to your place and forget about--” “No, no but you’re right Foxy. I do need someone to talk to.” “Oh come on, girl. You do understand that you’ll always have your friends. Stop being so stubborn when you need help.” “I tried talking to a friend once before. And that turned out to be a complete disaster.” “You’re exaggerating.” “I wish I was, but unfortunately that’s not the case.” “Well what happened that was so disastrous?” “I spilled my guts like I’m always so encouraged to do. For once it felt right. Completely right. And then I kissed my friend.” “Oh my God, you kissed your friend?! Whoa dude, what about Matt? I thought you two were--” “Matt and I aren’t talking.. well actually, I’m just sorta... ignoring him.” “So wait you’re ignoring him? Does he know that you’re ignoring him? Or are you did you just out of the blue decide to ignore him?” “It’s not out of the blue.” “It sure does sound like it’s out of the blue.” “Oh Christ.” “Just tell me this, ‘Raya. Was that kiss worth it?” “I thought it was..”

"Now would you mind explaining to me again why you’re here, missy?" "Because I’m your friend. And as your friend, I’m trying to get you up and out of your house." "But what if I don’t want to, friend? I was perfectly comfortable lounging in my cave until you buggered in. What gives?” "Don’t get snippy, ‘Raya. Firstly, if you didn’t want me here, you wouldn’t allowed me to come in. And secondly, I’m tired of reading your emotional tweets on Twitter. It’s not like you." "You’ve been reading my tweets?" "Yeah, I’ve been keeping up with your sob story and I don’t really like it, to be frank. Especially for someone who is so carefree." "Foxy, if you’re trying to put me through an intervention—" "No I’m not here for that. I know you need someone right now. So whether you like it or not, we are going out." "Fine. As long as I decide where we go.” "Of course." "And this is what I’m wearing." "Umm, ok sure.."