mirror mirror;

"So..— it’s all up to me?"

"It's all up to you."

"I don’t know if we can do that… we can always try though."

"Noooo... you. Not me. Nuh uh."

"You get the weirdest munchies, I swear…— which do you want first?"

"All of them. All together."

"I’m just—… damn it Jay.”

"You know what's better than chicken and waffles? Chicken, waffles, AND chocolate.

Repressing a laugh, Luke cleared his throat before speaking. “Well, you see, it’s for a video— and like, because this is about becoming like— a punk? Or whatever, I need—.. a punk shirt? Like you mentioned— Fall Out Boy or whatever, and you seem like you would have one?” He shrugged. “For the record, it’s not all fake— these earrings are real as fuck.”

"I don't care," he rolled his eyes. "And I don't have a shirt, either, so; you can go away now." Jay scoffed, and quipped dryly. "Yeah, because that makes you a total punk, absolutely."

"—-…Aaaand wake up! No really, you need to get up.”

"I don't need to do anything for y----" he rubbed his eyes, looking at the other in question. "What the fuck are you wearing? You look like Fall Out Boy and Bring Me The Horizon threw up on you,"

"Not necessarily."

"Thought so,"

"I’m not even speaking, just now because you asked, it can’t be possible to bother you for just breathing." She spoke softly before looking down at her book again. She looked up at him, a small smile on her lips. "By the way, thank you for looking out for me when Megara was found." She looked down again, even if she and Megara couldn’t be considered friends anymore she was still relieved she was ok but mostly, thankful for him to tell her. 

"Unwanted people breathing does bother me," he reasoned, keeping the music blasting into his hears on a minimum volume, enough to hear what Aurora said. "Yeah," Jay began with a shrug, looking away from her. "You're welcome, or whatever."

"You wouldn’t dare."

"You want to test that theory?"

"You're not moving. Why?"

"Don’t hate, appreciate."

"I will punch you in the face."