katherine kitty wilde better than you in every way -- jesus said so I'm sure that most of you are used to being russled up like the cattle that you are, but we're about to get some sort of real right now. Stop staring at me because you're jealous of my flawless complexion and the fact that I get hair this shiny naturally and not from the wack amount of Herbal Essenses that you're going to be wrapping your nappy with. As long as you keep that fine line of at least five feet of distance between us then everything should be just dandy. Amen.
SAM: I think my little brother and sister have been the only other people in my bed. But they don't really count. But no. I do want you in it. I mean, it'd be cool.
KITTY: It's your bed. It's...personal. I don't know. Maybe I'm just thinking about it too hard. The only person who has slept in my bed other than myself has been Sugar. It's your space.
SAM: Well... yeah. Unless you wouldn't be comfortable with that? We can just hang with the tree house if you'd prefer.
SAM: What's a Monet?
KITTY: Oh no. I mean...I would be okay. It's you. I guess I was just--well. I don't know what I was. Just surprised. Not in a bad way.
KITTY: He's an artist. Claude Monet -- he basically helped ground down French impressionist art, or whatever. It just means that it's a jumble up close and makes a pretty picture of you look from far away.
SAM: So you'd be staying here for the night? We can stay in my room. A bed beats the tree house.
SAM: I mean, I guess I did a little. I mean, I've always thought you were attractive, but t wasn't until we were really talking that like, feelings happened.
SAM: I plan to 😘
KITTY: You want me in your bed?
KITTY: Exactly. I'm a Monet, babe. From far away I'm obviously the bee's knees, but up close I can be a little bit of a mess.
SAM: Kind of? I really like you. But even if I didn't, I don't think my opinion would change.
SAM: I like using it.
KITTY: I'm just finishing up my English homework. I could come over afterwards? I can tell my parents that I'm going to Sugar's for the night.
KITTY: If you say so. Though, I have to ask if you have ever really known me without liking me? Not that I'm complaining, but it's not like we knew each other before we, like...you know. Got the feels.
KITTY: Well, I like hearing it so feel free to live your life... /Babe/.
SAM: Oh yeah? Everything's still set up all nice. Unless you prefer the mats :P
SAM: You think everything could be perfect?
SAM: Confidence, babe.
KITTY: God, no. Don't get me wrong, I don't think that you underneath me could ever be a bad thing, but it's much better when I'm not shivering because of the cold.
[A BEAT]
KITTY: I think that /I/ could be perfect. Somehow. For now it's a work in progress.
SAM: I don't think anything is ever gonna be perfect. As long as people make choices, there's always gonna be something not right. Basic human error and stuff. But yeah.
SAM: I knew it.
KITTY: I miss you, too.
[A BEAT]
KITTY: It's pretty cold out tonight. Some might even say it's cuddle weather.
KITTY: Hm. That's still a little hard for me to remember, but I'm a perfectionist, so. Makes sense.
SAM: I think you should let me keep being cute, and just come and make out with me. The tree house has been lonely.
SAM: 50's is like, that time where I'd have to come and knock on your door and ask your father for permission to date you and stuff, right?
SAM: You love it ;)
KITTY: Good to know that the tree house misses me. 😉
KITTY: Bingo. Thank God we're not actually stuck in the universal misogyny of all of that crap anymore. It's not perfect, but at least it's a little more spotty nowadays.
SAM: It's a good thing I'm not like those guys, isn't it? Swell is a cheesy word?
SAM: I might have known. Maybe.
KITTY: Quit being cute when I can't make out with you.
KITTY: It's the best thing. Well, not a cheesy word, per se, but me just sitting here and ogling what you're texting me while saying stuff like "Oh, gee. You're swell" is all kinds of 50s.
SAM: Wait.. I never asked. Is it like, a date? Am I meant to dress nice for it and stuff?
KITTY: Sounds like a dangerous combo to me.
KITTY: Of us. Duh! It's a belated Valentine's Day thing. I know that we're not, like...officially a couple, but we've been something for, like. A month and a half. That should matter, you know?