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“I’m taken remember?“

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? You are? W h o a. Man, with all of your constant reminders how could I have ever realized that?? Oh, boy. New information. Marshall Lee is taken, not by me. H o l y  s h i t.

So. Let’s get this straight. You can flirt with me, insinuate and more than insinuate how much you would like to have sex with me, tell me how pretty I am, and that you have to stop yourself from kissing me more than you do, and tell me how you think my boobs are my best feature, all that, while in a relationship-- but I throw one meaningless ‘babe’ at you, and I have to be r e m i n d e d that you’re taken.

Boy, I get it. You’ve got the love of your life, known-for-two-weeks, Debbie Thornberry in your life. 

Maybe you’re just reminding yourself that you’re taken, because with all your interactions with me, I think you need the reminders. M a y b e you have to constantly toss your dumb high school relationship in my face so that you remember that you shouldn’t be flirting with me, even though, I think you’d much, much rather be doing the latter. 

I’m not jealous, or anything, but I wish you’d just fucking decide if you wanted to flirt with me or be loyal to your dumb girlfriend. Because watching you get angry with me when I actually tease back is getting too old.

“Yes, but something tells me that after I’m done with you-I’ll have worked up an appetite for both of us. ;)”

“Done with me. Right.”

Clover, you stupid girl, you better be glad Marshall has the emotional range of a fucking walnut. Otherwise, you’d have to answer for that response.

Sound more ~melancholy~, why don’t you? Done with you, not done with you, it doesn’t matter, right? Sure. So, why sound so annoyed?

Come on, idiot. You’ve known this guy for, like, a week. Should anything he says affect you in any way? Especially to sound like you’re disappointed about something.

Because... You’re not. At all. 

It’s not a big deal. 

Even if you... wish he would act different from-- well, himself. And for what reason? It’s not like you’re used to anything else. Most guys treat me like this anyway. Get what they want, and then they’re done. 

-- I’m the same, in a lot of ways. 

But ~done with me~. I guess it just sucks to hear it out loud. 

When you’re like me, you like to keep the illusion that you’re gonna always be wanted, even when you’ve given something up. 

But, that showed me that-- it’s not always gonna be true, is it?

Ugh, fuck this guy.