How’s the little sis today? I’m actually home. So, when Dad and I are done talking, and I’m soberish, I’ll come get you.
Honestly? I've never felt better. And you? You're talking to dad, and you're not sober? Jay! Does he know?
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How’s the little sis today? I’m actually home. So, when Dad and I are done talking, and I’m soberish, I’ll come get you.
Honestly? I've never felt better. And you? You're talking to dad, and you're not sober? Jay! Does he know?
Oh, well, I mean, I’m not complaining about the eggs. It’s just that I’d not rather not gain 300 pounds before Springtime. Even though it’d totally be worth it, I reckon I’d lose my spot as Flyer in Cheerios.
That many pounds in eggs would just blow my mind, honestly. I'm sure all that running and shit we do would knock you into shape immediately.
I think it all depends on whether or not you’re tipsy tipsy or “almost to drunk, tipsy.” How many fingers am I holding up?
Hey, don't play games with me like that. All I can tell is your eyes are way bluer than the last time I saw them, but that's about it.
Watching this guy try to decide if he's going to approach me or not
He’s a 6. I’m reading House of Mirth.
To each their own. By Edith Wharton, correct?
December is way too hectic.
This old man has saved it for better times. I’ll dig it up in time for Christmas.
Like the Grinch, right? He's bitter at first, but then his heart grows and he makes it the best ever. I totally have the highest expectations for this year's presents, daddy.
—Fine, but if they ask, I had nothing to do with this.
I don't think they'd believe me I said you did.
…Paris? I would come get you, but I’m seriously about to get way too fucked up to do so. Want me to call Justine?
Jace! My favorite boy. Don't you worry that cute little head of yours, brother. I'll find some place to crash. Just know if I knew anything I was saying right now, part of me would give you fifty plus reasons as to why you shouldn't be doing that shit, but nobody likes being a hypocrite.
Only tipsy? Why don’t I believe that?
Just a bit, yes. Come on! What would I gain from lying to you?
You shouldn’t be drinking, P, but good luck with the hangover tomorrow.
Look at you being all cute and looking out for me. Believe me when I say I can handle what I put in my body.
Not really, Other than the regular insults they can’t seem to come up with something more creative. I try to not pay mind to it.
They're probably just hating the fact that they're not your type.
What? No, I'm not drunk. It's a school night...I'm only tipsy.
"Well, hey stranger.."
"My initial plan to scare you didn't work out, but whatever. Hey, Mia."
Some guys at the locker room are hilarious, seriously dude just because Im gay it doesn’t that I’m gonna check you out. I have my preferences in men.
I hope they haven't said anything completely, unnecessarily rude. Some people have no filter.
So, today I was at this cute cafeteria around the corner drinking my coffee and a guy come to me asking if he can use my phone because his died and he needs a ride. Sure, just take my phone and get your call, dude. He handed me my phone after a while and said he expects me to call him. Before I realized he called his number, he was gone and I’m not sure if I should be freaked out or flattered?
That's creepy. So creepy, but so smooth at the same time.
Do you seriously think that’s a good idea?
No...but papa and daddy aren't home so you'll let me do it anyways?
December is way too hectic.
I look forward to it all year, but every time it just ends up giving me the same feeling; Can’t it be over already?
What happened to that Christmas spirit, old man?
I really need to stop making scrambled eggs everyday after school. I’m pretty sure they don’t even count as a snack at this point, but I’m also pretty sure that I’m really great at making scrambled eggs.
You could always change them up a bit. They don't always have to be the same.