teacher, writer, heavyweight fighter

Dean: maybe now's your time, mate. you know me - hopeless romantic and all...

Dean: fine, i can be nice. i'll get her some jammy dodgers or something. fish finger custard. a lego death star. i'll even smile at her.

Dean: that's sounding real doubtful right about now, scotty. but i appreciate you blowing smoke up my arse.

Scotty: Haha, nah man. It ain't like that anymore :)

Scotty: A smile? That's the ticket, bro

Dean: nah, you're not.

Dean: is he still with the person - the soulmate person?

Dean: fine. i'll find a way to make it up to her.

Dean: what does she like? other than my little ponies?

Dean: (cheap shot but that was my last shot)

Dean: you're a golden retriever even when mad, she'll be fine.

Scotty: Nah. Messy breakup. Not so much a soulmate, I guess. Give Lou a break, he kinda just has me and Cass right now.

Scotty: Bro

Scotty: She's not a MLP kinda girl. She likes Doctor Who, nerdy shit I guess. Candy of every variety. And just... people being patient and nice, I guess. Just be nice, that's all you gotta do.

Dean: aw, scotty, mate

Dean: your heart's just too big xx

Dean: alright, i'll try. but really, convince her to come back to work. can't say sorry otherwise.

Scotty: Haha, nah. I'm just- what is it you say? Daft.

Scotty: Bro. Convince her yourself and I'll never yell at you again x

Dean: a past or a ...past?

Dean: alright, i get it. be nice to the blonde human equivalent of sunshine.

Scotty: Haha, yeah, a Past

Scotty: Well, no. I was in love with him while he was figuring shit out with his soulmate, or whatever. A running theme here is me falling in love with the wrong people.

Dean: i mean yeah, you guys have all been chummy since college, right?

Dean: i don't have time to unpack that

Scotty: Yeah, Lou and I have a... past

Scotty: And Cassie is just, I dunno, believe it or not man she's just kinda the most decent person you will ever meet

Dean: i dunno, he's a little extra? maybe you guys are just used to him. i can't remember the last time i told amira i wanted to "get up her skirt"

Dean: i'm not getting defensive.

Dean: man between this and your sleazy poet pal this girl really has her work cut out for me, maybe i SHOULD start being nicer to her...

Scotty: Alright, whatever

Scotty: I gotta ask, though. Why do you care so much about how Louis talks to her?

Dean: no mate, i mean it. like i said, i don't want her to like, cry about it

Dean: .................

Dean: what kind of mental bloody gymnastics did you have to do to come to that conclusion??????????

Dean: i'm not pulling her pigtails or some shit, scotty. i think i'm grown up enough to not communicate that i like a girl by resorting her to tears

Scotty: BRO I was just asking hahahahahaha

Scotty: But the defensiveness is kinda making me... whatever you say, buddy

Dean: shit, listen

Dean: i really didn't mean to make her cry, ok? i'm not some knobhead who gets off on making girls cry

Dean: i'll say sorry. just, tell her to come back to work, alright?

Dean: i know she's like your childhood sweetheart or whatever, i can play nice

Scotty: Only apologise it you mean it, man. And tell her yourself.

Scotty: Wait

Scotty: Childhood sweetheart?

Scotty: Hahahahahahahahaha buddy what

Scotty: Dean, my guy, are you ok? You think she's dating Louis, but she's my childhood sweetheart? What's the weird obsession with writing her off to every guy she's friends with?

Scotty: Is that it? You think if people see you being nice to her they'll think you have a crush on her? Assume you're her boyfriend?

Dean: i just know her type. i've been doing this long enough.

Dean: mate

Dean: i didn't mean to make her cry...

Dean: i just meant, you know cause she's so optimistic and shit

Scotty: Her type? Cut the bullshit, Bishop. You don't know shit

Scotty: Cassie is the bravest kid I have ever known and if you knew her six years ago when we met you'd realise how far she'd come. And if you took five minutes to be patient and actually try and help her, you'd realise what an ass you sound right now lol

Dean: i see her, scott. it's like she can't even be bothered to try sometimes, she sticks to the same old unimaginative shit she knows over and over. she's a good teacher, but a lazy gymnast and sooner or later it's gonna rub off on the kids she teaches. also, if she carries on half assing this stuff she's gonna end up getting hurt.

Dean: crying? eh?

Scotty: Nah, man...

Scotty: I love you, buddy, but you don't get to decide that. You don't get to decide how she lives her life or how she teaches those kids. You're here saying she barely knows you but you think you know enough about her to come out with all that shit? Bro

Dean: i treat her the same as i treat anybody else. it's not like i'm giving it to her better or worse than i do anybody else

Dean: i'm not trying to be mean to her, mate, honest. i think our personalities just don't mesh all that well. it's like she takes everything i say to heart.

Scotty: You called her lazy, bro. She works her ass off, two jobs, a non profit to get those kids the besy future ever, and you called her LAZY. I think you kinda do give it a lil worse with her, man

Dean: i notice when she cancels her classes, mate. mostly because i can't hear little mix playing from her side of the room.

Dean: she barely knows me. i doubt i got under her skin that badly.

Scotty: See, that right there, that's the thing? Man, I love you, I do, but you gotta start treating ger like a human being

Scotty: Cassie cares so deeply about people, even the ones she doesn't know all that well. She wants to be liked, and yeah that's a flaw, but she also just wants to make other people feel good, y'know?