Tbh, I’m down for any attention. I think it’s flattering if people are thinking about me— whether it’s for a good reason or not. Like that one Fall Out Boy song says [she starts to sing off-tune] I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me.
C’mon, M. [Gretchen takes his hand and leads him upstairs into her bedroom] I don’t know if you’ve been in here before, but I apologize for the mess. I sort of need to put away all these clothes, aha. [She rummages around her desk and picks up a GoPro attached to a selfie stick] Here, this is what it looks like.Â
But everyone loves you, Gretch. You're so pretty and nice so you can't get any bad attention but people like me do. I understand why, it's just not..not fun.
[He looked down at her floor and found it similar to his room, though he was positive his was much, much worse] It's really nice in here. It smells nice, it smells like you. [He hovers for a moment] How do you use it?
