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…And..

I'm not going.

Really?

... I was accepted into Harvard's astronomy program...

Better late than never!

If you say so. He was being... Lucas-y.

I don’t like being friends with someone who rejects where they came from. Don’t act like I don’t know about poor old Harry Queen, was it? Or was it Henry?

... Henry. His name was Henry, and should shut your fucking mouth, Lucas, because you don't know anything about what happened.

Um... So. I wasn't entirely truthful when you asked me about college.

Can we dance again. You were happy when we danced.

... Yeah. Yeah, sure.

It’s called being civil, you ass.

'Civil?' You should've tried being civil the moment you met me, like a normal person.

Yeah, it’s whatever. I just don’t want to talk about it. What about you? Did you hear back from schools?

Um... No. I haven't.

Fashionably late?

You suck.

Yeah, he did. Can we not talk about this? Thank you.

I -- Sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up, it just kind of popped into my head and -- sorry...

Wow, thanks, Owen. Why do you hate me.

Is that even a fucking question?

…Yeah, I guess so.

So... did he finally ask you?

You were not, you were not! I’m really glad we got to dance together, really.

... Yeah, me too. I guess it makes up for prom, huh?

In what way?

In a discreet way.

Well it was fun while it lasted, right?

HUBBY -- Wait... No, you're not hubby. Pfft, nevermind.

Same with you, dad, be a little more discreet next time.

I was discreet, you hooligan.

Anyone else know it was me? Be honest.

Son, I knew it was you from the moment you stepped into the room.