t-ylermanning:
Lana— Hey, are you okay? You just like, totally passed out or something for a sec there. Can- Can you see? How many fingers am I holding up? [ It’s three, the answer’s three ] Aw man, no. Don’t be embarrassed. I can name like, fifteen things I’ve done this past week that are way more embarrassing than this.
[ She sat upright, clearly incredibly confused as she tried to figure out how she had even ended up on the floor. ] I’m sure I’ve bruised nothing but my pride. [ She cringed, realising it was Tyler coming to help her. ] I don’t know... seven? [ It was a joke, of course. There was nothing wrong with her anymore. ] I’m sure you can, but phantom pains at prom are not what I want to be remembered for.














