a little party never killed nobody

Dash hadn’t planned on sleeping over at Natasha’s at first, but it wasn’t until he heard her trying to wake him up that he noticed he’d fallen asleep. He laughed quietly and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. “Whaaaaaaaat?” He half-whined, not wanting to wake up quite yet.

"You gotta feed bread, dude." She said, nudging him to get him up. "Can't have him getting dog anxiety or some mess you made up," she chuckled. "I mean, I know my bed is comfy but, you've got a dog. That needs you more than I do."

“Then why is it called that?”

"I don't know. Because it's not something many know about? There's a whole line of them though. Or collection..series."

“He’s really confusing. But ’m not an idiot, so I dunno if I should get it.”

"It doesn't mean you're actually an idiot though..."

“Why do we have to read books if nothing even really happens for school? It doesn’t make sense to read it for the ending to be just bad. When has anyone ever used Shakespeare in real life?”

"Honestly, he's the worst. But they have like these Shakespeare for Idiots books...i herd those are hopeful."

“Why?” He laughed, nodding slightly. “I have the DVD if you want it. I accidentally stole it.”

"I don't know. Just nice to know you would have come back for me..or not for me but because I wanted you to.." She sighed then laughed, "You accidentally stole it?"

Dash sighed when he heard her mention his excuse for leaving. “I, uh–” He started, not sure if he wanted to get into that subject right then. “You’re not whack. I would have come home.” He shrugged. “I watched it once. It was alright. You’d like it.”

There was something he wasn't telling her and that was actually alright with her. If he didn't want to, he didn't have to. She nodded her head, "Good to know." She scrunched up her nose, "Maybe I'll give it a shot."

“Um… Just like me, but less pink.” She said again, laughing quietly. “We are. I like having bros.”

"Ohhh. Okay." She grinned, then nodded her head, "Yeah, having bros is fun. It's probably fave."

“Little bit mean.” He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t have stayed so long if I knew.” He sighed, “Brave is good. Did you know there’s a movie called Brave?”

"Ok, well my bad." She shrugged. Dash was always that one person she never liked to have mad at her or upset with her for whatever reason. "I don't know. You were off doing bagel shit. Tht seemed more important than some whack ass female having feelings for you." She nodded her head, "I heard about it, haven't seen it."

“Hey, don’t be mean.” He sighed, shaking his head. “But oh. You should’ve said somethin’ before I left.”

"Not mean. Just honest. Like always," She said with a smile. "I didn't think it would matter. I was feeling brave," She said, shrugging her shoulders.

“His name is Ryder, he looks like me but he’s taller and less pink.” She giggled. “Oh. Whoops. Sometimes people call me the wrong name so I was just checkin’.”

"So like a blonde Flynn Rider lookin ass? Or like, is he just...Ryder?" She smiled listening to Penny giggle. "No, silly. We're bros."

“I don’t know any other ones.” He shrugged, “Well I know that, but… I dunno. I didn’t know you liked me.” He laughed quietly. “How long’ve you done that for?”

"You had the red psycho to deal with then you left so I was like nevermind. Eh. About a year."

“A little blonde person? Like, yourself?” He teased, before actually realizing what she’d said before. “Wait, why? I’m dumb as hell.” 

She laughed, "Another little blonde person." She shrugged her shoulders, "You're my best friend, bro. You're funny, kind..lots of things."

“Thanks. You should tell my brother that, he doesn’t believe me. But you’re welcome. And uh, it’s Penny.”

"I will happily tell him this. I know what your name is, silly. It's short for pipsqueak."

“Uh– Okay.” He laughed, shaking his head. “What was that for? And you’re still being rude, I have style for days.”

"I don't know. I like..you. And a little blonde person told me to go for it so I was like, ok." She shrugged her shoulders. "You do, but I'm gonna make it better. Duh."

“Huh–” He started, before being cut off by her lips on his. “Oh. Okay.”

Natasha smoothed out her dress, "What were we discussing? Oh yeah. Your lack of style."