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"These kind of taste like puke.” She picked at the foil until it’d crinkled and peeled back, leaving the weird swirled chocolate in a sloppy heart-shape at the center of her palm. Regardless, she popped it in her mouth and let herself drop back against the mattress, leaving discarded wrappers and fallen petals to bounce and flutter to the floor.

She was silent for a while before finally letting her head loll to the side, dragging heavy eyes up the seam of Kitty’s sleeve until she settle on burning a hole through her temple. “You know that my dating record is actually a blank slate? You’re up there hosting the world’s loneliest tea party.” Shutting her eyes, Laurel pushed her fingers up through the front of her hair and brought each knee up one after the other, bent halfway up the bed with socks slipping clumsily along the sheets. “But I don’t know. I dabbled a lot, had a lot of crushes and never thought about what anything meant. Thought since it didn’t mean that much to me, it must be a vice versa thing. So... Maybe I left a whole minefield of unresolved shit? I don’t know. How does anyone know?”

Heidi: What are we talking about? The flowers or the candy gram?

Kitty: I need to give Dinah her dinner but I can come over after that?

Kitty: I know, yeah. I hate me for it.

Laurel: Deal.

Kitty: I don't wanna be one of those crazy ass people who harps on these things, anyway.

Kitty: Like, you're probably irritated enough that I even brought it up.

Kitty: I'm sorry ugh.

Laurel: Come on, come lay with me. There's stuff that'd be fair game to tell you about.

Jackson: I have no idea what that has to do with this subject, in all honesty. Not really because if someone asks me about myself I own up to my things. So if someone asked me if I was mean, I would say no because I try not to be intentionally mean to people. Doesn't mean just because I say i'm not mean that i'm not capable of being it? There is a difference, because i'm not a mean person. If someone thinks I am, I can't change their opinion of that because I wouldn't know what the reason was beforehand.

Jackson: i don't understand what you just wrote entirely... But no, it hasn't been on my mind because honestly Laurel, I really don't know you therefore I don't think about you? In fact I can't even recall ever bringing you up in a conversation stating as such before.

Jackson: Also, correct me if i'm wrong but haven't you said something for no reason that was awful about someone? I do recall your commentary about my brother's and I... but that's neither here nor there.

Jackson: Either way, you have your answer. I do not hate you.

Kitty: Pfffff. Flatterer.

Kitty: I just...I'm not /mad/ about it, because like, I can't be mad at you for someone else sending you something but it just makes me wonder about things.

Kitty: Are there any pining exes I need to fight, Scott Pilgrim style?

Jackson: She said somethings to me during a very bad moment and it was said in the heat of a moment as retaliation. Wasn't my brightest move but I was under stress at the time. I don't hate anyone and I definitely don't hate you, Laurel.

Laurel: It's been on your mind, hasn't it? Because anyone else probably would've been like "the hell did I ever say that?" and you're over here hanging onto transcripts of the thing like you're cramming for a test. And, I guess, because I didn't even mention her... Or her apparent ability to reach through your computer screen and manually force you to say things.

Kitty: So...you didn't tell me you got an Anonymous candygram.

Kitty: And you didn't tell me...they miss you.

Kitty: Is there like, a reason you didn't?

Laurel: Guess I forgot. My girlfriend had just told me she loved me, wouldn't it be stupider if I'd been stuck on an anonymous gift over that?