"I know you are, but I like it that way — and besides, I’m just as dramatic, so you do need to be able to keep up. Pffft. I’m not an international superstar yet! Then you can start printing out my Tweets to you and framing them. I dunno how long I’ll be home — we just finished recording the EP and I’m allowed a bit of a break before we start promoting the debut single and then it’ll be full-on all the time. Mm. You want to touch my phone so it’ll lock you out for not having my thumbprint? I mean, go right ahead, but don’t start taking my hand and making me press it when I’m asleep. Sounds… exciting. No, really, it actually sounds nice and comfortable, and God knows I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in forever, so you’re gonna have to deal with me doing that right next to you soon.” He grinned, shaking his head. “No, you’re not getting anything that easily.”
"I guess we're just a couple of drama queens, then. Actually-- you be the queen and I'll be the king. As usual. I don't think I'll ever frame your tweets, because I don't have room on my walls for anything else, but I'll be sure to favorite and maybe even screenshot some of them. Even though you've always been a superstar in my eyes. Aw. I'm cute. 'Full-on all the time' sounds like something that'll make me sad, because you'll never be home and you'll find someone with cooler hair than me and a better Pokemon collection-- if either of those things are even possible-- and you'll run off into the sunset together and I'll just be here... realizing how big of an idiot I am. But no, like, let me program it to recognize my fingerprint, you dummy. I'm not sure I'll really be dealing with it, because I've missed you sleeping next to me. A lot. Not even in a sexual teenage boy sorta way, just like... I've missed you." He said with a smile before pouting. "Why not?"















