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dean weston:

Mm. Which one would you want to tackle first: dragging a kid out from the water at balls o’clock in the morning or the fact that I have a secret kid that’s not so secret now?

Who did you piss off to make the world hate you?

#{ c ; dean }

luciana reyes:

You cannot tell me it isn’t the perfect rich boy meets poor girl meet-cute romance that’s to die for. It’s like Lady and the Tramp, Javi. Ah, whatever, Elena would appreciate it.

You need to get out more, Luci.

Speaking of my kid, you both need to quit the ganging up act. It’s not cute anymore, it’s just fucking humiliating.

#{ c ; luciana }

sawyer camden:

I was telling you how to not make your computer go boom, but I guess you can just call me if it happens again.

It breaks and I pay you to fix it, kid. I don’t need to know how it all works.

#{ c ; sawyer }

duke rossi:

Your face sounds stupid to me. How are you not down with the lingo when you’re the one with the kid?

My face sounds stupid? Since when did you go back to middle school – Christ.

My kid isn’t an idiot.

#{ c ; duke }

layla whitlock:

They don’t call me the drama teacher for nothing.

Guess we all have to be good at something.

#{ c ; layla }

colette matthews:

Uh… yeah, I guess it’s more of a ‘you have to be there’ situation– all of my stories are pretty much about my students. Oh, my god, I need to get a life.

Sounds like it. Are your students always giving you trouble?

#{ c ; colette }

aria magnuson:

Someone had to fill you in on the dramas of the party that you dreadfully missed.

What’s dreadful for you isn’t for me, sweetheart.

Plus, it was movie night.

#{ c ; aria }

duke rossi:

It’s texting that is fake. I’m a meathead health freak and I still understood what that was.

Just sounds stupid to me.

#{ c ; duke }

luciana reyes:

How dare you think my stories are made up. If you don’t hear them, who else am I supposed to tell?

You said the Dalmatian was a stock broker from New York and the Poodle a runaway who opened a florist. You don’t need to make a rom-com out of two dogs.