gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathrooms

So you can walk yourself to the park, or do you need a pick up?

I can walk there, yeah.

Full recovery?

Almost but not quite yet, I've still got physical therapy and I should for a couple more weeks but at least I'm cleared to be active.

Okay, two questions; are you drunk?

No, I am not drunk. What's your other question?

Well, we’re not so that’s something to tell her. Crossing my fingers that it stays that way. Why don’t you talk to her about friends anymore?

It's not like I intentionally choose to not talk about friends. The subject just never really comes up anymore.

Well, I don't know. It depends on your definition of the word. We can pretend to be strangers.

The part where your mom can’t make cookies. 

She can make cookies, they just aren't that great. At least not in my opinion.

I’m sorry, Dave. And to answer your previous question, yes, she should know that Parker and I are dating. My mom said they talked at the grocery store about it.

Hm, she normally tells me when she runs into friend's parents. Maybe she just thinks we're on bad terms or something since I don't really talk to her about friends anymore.

Go out; make friends, hang out with your brother, kick the ball around, kiss a stranger.

Wanna be that stranger?

Impossible. At least it makes up for the icky cookies. 

Wait, which part is impossible?

Just text me if you are. I honestly don’t get why you care so much. If you were gay she’d be on your side but you’re not so it’s a non issue. Dangle something shiny in front of her. She’ll move on.

She just won't stop asking me and saying it's okay like she's already got it set in her mind that I am gay but I'm just too afraid to admit it or something and that's not the case at all. I don't want her thinking I'm gay.

I thought it was a mom thing to be able to bake amazing cookies. Grilled cheese sounds yummy right now. 

I don't know, I think that trait passed my mom when she was born. You should try my mom's grilled cheese, it's seriously the best thing ever made.

Whatever. Saying that I don’t deserve the person that I’m in love with is worse than saying we were terrible for each other, honestly. Let’s just leave it alone, okay? I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. We’re done. 

Then quit moping around and move on with your life.

I am sure you will. Should I assume then that you aren’t coming over?

I don't know, I might. It just depends on whether or not I can find someone who will either actually give the impression that something's going down or willing to actually do something with me. I'll probably just end up coming over, though.

Sorry, Dave. My answer is still no. It doesn’t matter if Parker would mind. I mind and that is what matters.

Ugh, I'll just have to find someone else.

A study shows that spending too much time with your mother may lead to dying of joy or too many cookies. 

You don't know my mom that well. She can't bake cookies very well... or maybe I'm just more used to Jill's cookies. She's better at grilled cheese.

Dave, that doesn’t mean anything. I broke up with him because everyone kept telling us that we were terrible for each other, so I started believing it. We both fucked up, like, way too many times so I thought it would be best if we didn’t see each other anymore. It’s not like I don’t still love him or anything, because I do. I can’t just forget about him. 

I never said you were terrible for each other. You just don't deserve him, he deserves better than someone who's willing to cheat without a second thought. Then get back together with him.