Nobody likes me, but I don't like them.

Sure sure. Keep yourself in denial. It’ll kill you in the end. I’m going to leave, now. I suggest you go off to your malfunctioned equally creepy friend. [ She leaned forward to plant one more kiss on his lips. ] I hate you, too. 

[ Clyde flinched and lowered his gaze. ] Ugh. [ He then stormed off in the opposite direction. ]

That’s because you opened your mouth. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have tasted it. [ She gasped. ] You were trying to make out with me! You don’t just open your mouth for no reason when you’re kissing a girl!

No, you left some on my lips and I was wondering what was this FOREIGN material on my lips was. And why would I even make out with you? I hate you.

You didn’t the first time. You freaked because you tasted my lipstick.

Yeah, I didn't taste it until the second time. You didn't put none on me until the second one.

I know. I’ve been told. [ Brielle arched an eyebrow. ] The first one. But you kissed back. Are you sure you weren’t trying to make out with me?

I wouldn't have retreated if that was the case.

[ Brielle chuckled. ] I’m not the one who opened my mouth. That’s a plan that I’ll need to work on. It takes time to me to formulate your downfall.

Okay, cool. I await it with bated breath. By the way...you're a good kisser. Very passionate. [ Clyde giggled. ] Are you sure you were trying to make me uncomfy or were you trying to make out with me?

[ Brielle repeated it again, but this time, she made sure to leave some red lipstick stained on his lips. ] Cooties are for four year olds.

ACK! [ Sputtering, Clyde retreated. He wiped his mouth. ] That's not my throat being ripped out.

[ Brielle turned her head and quickly took his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his. With a pop, she let go. ] Cooties?

[ Clyde's face was bright red. He blinked twice, before doing the same back to her. ] Yeah, cooties. 

[ Brielle felt her stomach churn. But she knew what angle he was playing at. She smiled sweetly, crossing her arms. ] I’ll take that challenge, Clyde.

Your move, then. 

[ Brielle stepped closer, mimicking his movements. ] Try me, blondie.

[ Clyde leaned in and kissed Brielle's nose. ] Do your worst, then.

If you come near me, I will rip your throat out.

[ Clyde stepped a bit closer. ] You will?

But that makes me just want to hug, kiss, and love you down! WHICH IS BAD.

Good for you. [ Brielle shrugged. ] And you’re lacking your guyliner today. What? Motormouth steal it from you?

I was in a good mood, terrorizing bookworm. Then you had to come along and drop me on the ground. I don’t drink. I watch other people drink to see how much of a fool they can be.

Once again, I crushed your mood. Thus, I fulfilled my quota for today. [ Clyde looked down and back up. ] Oh, joy, you watch others drink. That seems like the most shallow of pastimes, but it is you we're talking 'bout.

You ruined my sweater. 

But you look steamed. Saying I look drunk, you might need a drink more than I will ever.

[ Brielle gritted her teeth angrily. ] I said never do that again. You look drunk as hell. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Aw, did I make you angry?