Normal.
Well that’s a comfort at least. I almost haven’t lost faith in humanity as a whole, you all clearly still have your priorities in order. Mm… The fresh air just isn’t agreeing with me anymore. Um, maybe? Sort of. My toothbrush is in his bathroom if that answers the question. I do still have my own room though. Closet space is very important. That he is. Can’t blame him though, I’d miss me like hell all the time too.
Oh come now. At least try and enable my Be-A-Better-Asher plan. I’m trying to make Isabel proud. Or whatever. You seem very, very chipper. The word ‘frickin’ just left your mouth. Humour me. What’s up? Loooooove bug got you? Or did you just see the new Alexander Asher line?
Good, good, wouldn’t want to disappoint you, though I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you for more than a couple seconds before. This is an honor. Toothbrush in his bathroom... I know that’s supposed to mean something but I’ve kind of been out of touch with... well, everyone lately. No one to guide me in the rules of relationships.
Be-A-Better-Asher? Alexander who? Oh, oh, that’s your dad. Gods, no, I have not seen his new line, mostly because I hate to look at pretty clothes I’ll never have, it just puts a damper on the day. [pauses for a second, then shrugs like, what the hell, why not?] You know, Stella, if you can stomach it, I’ll tell you. I am most definitely and deeply in love. And not in the sudden way, or the way where I’ve just now discovered it. It’s been there for years and it’s been radiating and growing. Except the thing is, he left over a year ago and I was beginning to fear I’d never see him again. And yesterday... Yesterday he came back to me. And everything was suddenly good and real. It’s a long story, but I’m making my way back towards whole again and today I am happy. Happy, because I’m outside of your boyfriend’s cabin waiting for my boyfriend to grab a change of clothes because last night he spent with me for the first time in so long and now I get to spend today with him again. Things are just... perfect again. [looks back up at her] Not that the wildly famous Stella Asher should care about this sappy crap, but gods, that felt good to get out.














