and i'll never be the same

That’s more like it.

It's life, I guess. When I'm not in school, I'm studying. When I'm not studying, well - I'm lazy. What about yours? Other than the breakthrough you're having?

You guess. You guess? C’mon, I think your tone could use a bit more conviction than that! I just laid my soul out for you, and I get a measly “I guess”?

Okay, okay - you are the greatest person I know, Fonz. You really are.

Considering the other guys in my life are thoroughly worthless - besides Wes, I guess - I’d say you take the cake for being my… favorite. Happy?

Very. And you're my favorite too, and I guess you are pretty great.

I may be rude, but I for one also think I’m quite great, as well. Share the spotlight, Kol. Let me bask in my own glory.

Only when you admit that I'm your favorite.

Do you know who you’re talking to? You can’t just ask the sky to stop being blue, or the grass to stop being green. It’s in my blueprints.

The sky's actually black right now, though. And being great is in mine, so we're even.

By now she’d been far off of Kolton and up onto her feet at least a dozen times. She couldn’t handle idiocy, and these games were filled with them. Hell the world was filled with em. But in this moment, in this game. It was like every player took a fat dose of dumbass. She did nothing but make that abundantly clear to Kolton and anyone else who could here her.

It wouldn't of been a lie if Kolton said that he tried to watch the game, because he did - but the girl sitting next to him, and jumping up and standing and screaming, was far more entertaining. It didn't matter that the team they were rooting for was winning, she was still saying every insult to them that she could. And he couldn't find anything wrong with that. "And can you blame me? Just imagining it.." Shaking his head, Kolton smiled towards the girl - even though she was too absorbed into the game to actually see it.

RUN BY BENTON PAUL.

You hold yourself on quite a high pedestal there, Kolton. If I were you, I’d knock it down just a few pegs to save yourself the inevitable heart ache being put in your place would bring. You’re not that great.

Hey, hey, hey - no need to be rude.

And what on earth gave you that severely misconstrued idea, may I ask?

Well, for one, it's me. And, two, it's not a secret that you secretly enjoy my company.

You just called me a loon, why should I tell you anything?

Because I'm still your favorite?

No, it has nothing to do with my stain. Or multiple stains, I’m sure there are a few more. Barbecue sauce and ketchup look similar when smeared across fabric. It’s not too far a stretch, when you had both in the same setting. Quit looking at me like a loon.

Well, then what is it? Fill your favorite in on your breakthrough. You are a loon, so that's kind of hard to do. 

The lack of fresh air and sunlight has put an impairment on my brain. I wouldn’t call it me being lazy, asshole. I’m making a breakthrough. While you and all these other hooligans party hard, I’m making history.

What,have you been making red barbeque sauce? That would explain the trouble telling that stain apart.

I feel like I haven’t seen the light of day in weeks. And there’s a stain on my sweatshirt that’s either barbecue sauce or ketchup but I can’t tell which.

Never knew telling barbecue sauce and ketchup apart was hard, good to know how long you've been lazy.

How exactly would you manage to cover that up?

How would you cover up falling down stairs?