That&#x27;s How You Get The Girl

Excuse you. I’m pretty sure there’s only two types of herpes thanks. And I don’t have either.

Do I look like a science major to you? However many kinds there are, I'm sure you have at least one.

Psht. You know you want a piece of this.

If by “this” you mean the 7 kinds of herpes you’re probably carrying, nah, I’m good.

xbillyfranklinx

Everyone takes a d-different amount of time to g-get used to things of th-that sort.

You'd think that, but I swear I'm a 10 year old boy at heart.

#c #austin

I knew it. You just can’t handle this cute face.

Explains all the sleepovers.

Oh, fuck you, I'm gay but I'm not that gay.

You're just the only person I could tolerate, that's all.

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Only because you secretly like my butt.

You caught me! Secretly crushing, damn.

I had to give a presentation about Freud's stages of development in Child Psych today, I wish I was mature enough to say I didn't laugh while trying to talk about the Anal Stage.

#cmustarter #idk school

enzo-coppola-deactivated2015021

No, keep going, this is the best thing I've sen all day.

#c #ross

"What? I absorb information better when studying in my underwear."

"That's BS - nothing about being naked makes you smarter. It just makes you kind of creepy."

#c #oliver

"Oh, from college. I met her when she came back from some random disappearance because of some personal situation — she never really told me — and we got along really well. She talked about you, but I’d never imagine I’d meet you."

#c #avery #babyyyyy #we need to finish the cassie and rissa 1x1 #i suck

"Oh, yeah, that," Marissa replied, brushing off the girl's words as if the random disappearance weren't starkly important in both of their lives. "That's a weird fuckin' coincidence, I gotta say. But hey, any friend of Cupcake's - Cassie's," she said quickly, correcting herself, "is a friend of mine."

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Naomi smlied, not really looking up from her white rubik cube, a white king shepherd laying right beside her, with nothing but a red collar. “If you were looking for Kansas, you missed it by about sixteen hundred kilometers. It’s about a sixteen hour drive..probably southwest of here?” Naomi offered the stranger a soft smile and chuckle, petting the dog with one hand before going back to her cube.

Marissa nodded as the stronger spoke, her eyebrow quirking a bit as she listened. "That's oddly..." and she paused, searching for her word, "precise," and she accented it by returning the girl's grin.

#c #naomi

Avery’s smiled wide, and nodded. “Yeah, that’s her! She’s got a brother. I think his name was…. Brian? Briar? I don’t remember very well. I knew her more than I knew him.”

"Holy shit." She pursed her lips for a moment, then smiled. "Briar, that's his name. He's cool." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "How do you know her, anyway?"

"That’s amazing," she nodded, eyebrows furrowing a bit at the coincidence. "I’ve a friend back in Philly with that same nickname, who is also an actress, actually. Her name’s Cassandra. She’s pretty cool."

"Yeah?" She cocked her head a bit. "Cassandra Desmond…?" she offered, denying that it could possibly be the same girl, but taking a chance, just in case.

"Awh, that’s cute," Avery said with a smile. "Do you mind if I ask about her?"

She looked down, then up again. "Uh, sure," she said, pausing for a moment. "Her name's Cassie, she lives in Philly, though. We met in, uh," and she hesitated again, preferring to keep the bigger details out of the conversation, "we met on vacation." She nodded. "She's an actress."

"I’ll focus on the best conversation part, instead of the only conversation part," she nods, smiling at the other when her hand was taken. "You too, Marissa. Can I call you Rissa?"

"Fair enough," she said with a lopsided grin, and a sentimental smile pulled at her cheeks at Avery's words/"Ha, yeah, you can." she replied,pushing a piece of hair behind her ear,"that's what my girlfriend calls me, actually."

"Upsetting," she sighs. "Sorry for the random conversation starter there," the blonde shakes her head a bit, before continuing, "I’m Avery," she holds her hand out, introducing herself.

"No worries. Probably the best conversation I've had all day." She nods. "Well, only conversation, but still." She takes the girl's hand, shaking it. "Marissa. It's wicked nice to meet you, Avery."

"Precise," Avery nodded, pausing before speaking up again. "So I can’t live off of cookie dough, then?"

"You should probably supplement with vegetables, at the very least." She shrugged. "But, in a word: no."