gold teeth, grey goose, trippin&#x27; in the bathrooms

So you can walk yourself to the park, or do you need a pick up?

I can walk there, yeah.

Full recovery?

Almost but not quite yet, I've still got physical therapy and I should for a couple more weeks but at least I'm cleared to be active.

Okay, two questions; are you drunk?

No, I am not drunk. What's your other question?

Well, we’re not so that’s something to tell her. Crossing my fingers that it stays that way. Why don’t you talk to her about friends anymore?

It's not like I intentionally choose to not talk about friends. The subject just never really comes up anymore.

So we have different a definition of that word now?

Well, I don't know. It depends on your definition of the word. We can pretend to be strangers.

The part where your mom can’t make cookies.

She can make cookies, they just aren't that great. At least not in my opinion.

#ignore the text #leigh

I’m sorry, Dave. And to answer your previous question, yes, she should know that Parker and I are dating. My mom said they talked at the grocery store about it.

I’m sure you’ll find someone.

Hm, she normally tells me when she runs into friend's parents. Maybe she just thinks we're on bad terms or something since I don't really talk to her about friends anymore.

Yeah, I'll figure it out.

Go out; make friends, hang out with your brother, kick the ball around, kiss a stranger.

Wanna be that stranger?

Impossible. At least it makes up for the icky cookies.

Wait, which part is impossible?

#leigh

Just text me if you are. I honestly don’t get why you care so much. If you were gay she’d be on your side but you’re not so it’s a non issue. Dangle something shiny in front of her. She’ll move on.

She just won't stop asking me and saying it's okay like she's already got it set in her mind that I am gay but I'm just too afraid to admit it or something and that's not the case at all. I don't want her thinking I'm gay.

I thought it was a mom thing to be able to bake amazing cookies. Grilled cheese sounds yummy right now.

I don't know, I think that trait passed my mom when she was born. You should try my mom's grilled cheese, it's seriously the best thing ever made.

#leigh

lucas-merrick

Whatever. Saying that I don’t deserve the person that I’m in love with is worse than saying we were terrible for each other, honestly. Let’s just leave it alone, okay? I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. We’re done.

Well, I’m sure you’ll move on and find someone else. You kept saying that you weren’t really up for a relationship anyway, right? Maybe that was a sign that you’re destined for the single life right now.

Then quit moping around and move on with your life.

I'm not going to intentionally look for another relationship this time, I'm just going to take life as it is.

#luke

I am sure you will. Should I assume then that you aren’t coming over?

Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.

I don't know, I might. It just depends on whether or not I can find someone who will either actually give the impression that something's going down or willing to actually do something with me. I'll probably just end up coming over, though.

Sorry, Dave. My answer is still no. It doesn’t matter if Parker would mind. I mind and that is what matters.

Okay, I won’t push it.

Ugh, I'll just have to find someone else.

Thank you.

A study shows that spending too much time with your mother may lead to dying of joy or too many cookies.

You don't know my mom that well. She can't bake cookies very well... or maybe I'm just more used to Jill's cookies. She's better at grilled cheese.

#leigh

lucas-merrick

Dave, that doesn’t mean anything. I broke up with him because everyone kept telling us that we were terrible for each other, so I started believing it. We both fucked up, like, way too many times so I thought it would be best if we didn’t see each other anymore. It’s not like I don’t still love him or anything, because I do. I can’t just forget about him.

Oh… Uh, that sucks. I mean, I don’t really know anything about Mia or how serious you guys were, but sorry.