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SJ was sitting alone in the bar, holding a glass of white wine, when she saw someone she knew walk by her. “Well, well, long time no see”, she smiled.

X looked back over his shoulder at the sound of the familiar voice and even more familiar accent. He simply chuckled, “You’re right about that. Hell, if you came ‘round here more often you’d see me more.” he joked.

Damn people born into money. You think I’d fit into her christening dress? I mean, it’s pretty long and I have a tiny waist.

Are you kidding? I was born into money and she still dresses better than me. I don’t know though, I don’t really think the lace suits you.

“Finally someone who gets me. You don’t have to tell wherever you are, you don’t have to answer your phone all the time and you can leave anytime you want. That’s perfect. I don’t even understand why people want to be in a relationship in the first place.”

“I know right? If it’s for the company of another person, shit, that’s what friends are for. What makes you question relationships anyway? Bad past experience?”

I prefer to see it as Land of no nice people, but Assholeland will do too. Right? Someone tell the monarchy, people will love me so much more than Charlotte. Me and George will be best buddies.

You’d get to wear Charlotte’s clothes, and let’s face it, she dresses better than the both of us and she’s only a baby.

“Mate, if You Can’t Hurry Love plays in your iTunes we will be simultaneously jamming away… then we’ll lie about how it got there.”

“Deal. We can blame it on one of my cheating exes, say she put it in there.”

“I think so too. I mean, as a single man I can flirt with whoever I want, do whatever I want, eat whatever I freakin’ want. It’s really nice.”

Princess Kyle of AssholeLand? Really though, the tiara is perfect. Princess Charlotte has nothing on you.

Monica took a breath and nodded, “Yeah– Yeah, I’m sure.” She lied but smiled. “Don’t worry.” Monica sat down on the couch, needing comfort so she wrapped her arms around herself.

X stuck his hands in his pockets and took a small step. “A-alright. Well, uh, do you need anything? Blankets, tea, a hug?” He asked, trying to make a little joke, even if it was a really bad one.

“Do you mean,  ‘set me free, why don’t you, baby? Let me be, why don’t you, baby?’”

“Okay good, because now if you ever hear You Can’t Hurry Love playing in my iTunes,I won’t have to come up with some lie as to how it got in there.”

“Thinking that way might give you a different view of the song so you should try it out. Or even actually being in a sundress. I think it would compliment your arms. And what? No- unless you want me to come up with something. It’s kind of a song you wanna throw on a tux for.”

Lace,I won’t be putting on any sundresses. I just don’t have the legs for it. Okay, so how about I just stick to the tux song, and you keep the dress one.

Nobody wants to hang out with the 20 year old single mother. It’s fine, I’m used to it.

Nonsense. I’d hang out with you, but only if you were up for it.

Um…honestly? I haven’t been away fro my baby for more than a few hours since she was born.

Really? I mean, I’m not saying go wild and crazy and pull an all nighter away from your kid, but you deserve to have fun too. Even if ‘fun’ is just getting a nice dinner, or walking in the park, or buying a coffee.

Well yeah…I just feel older than my years, I guess.

Oh, come on, there’s gotta be some way to get you feeling that youthful glow once again. How long has it been since you went out with friends and left your little girl with a sitter?

I feel like a old lady though.

Why? You don’t have a single wrinkle, you’re young and you’re certainly beautiful.

You can’t be much older than me. I’m 20.

And I’m 21. So I guess neither of us are that old.

I remember that movie! Man, now I feel old.

Oh, please, you don’t look old, I don’t see any grays. If anything, I’m the old one.

And then there was the Power Rangers movie too.

I don’t think I ever saw that one, actually. The only show-turned-movie I ever watched was Scooby Doo.