“You look so cute when you’re sleeping.” ~ “Hmm…what’s this? It feels nice, don’t stop.” ~ “Fuck you.” ~ "Oh yeah well you can just kiss my ass then.” ~ “If you call me your super hella gay bff ever again I’m going to kill you.”
“You look so cute when you’re sleeping.”
“Woah, Rachel -- woah, what are you doing here? Did my mom let you in? Dude, that’s seriously not cool. Look, I know we’re like... hanging out to make Quinn and Finn jealous and stuff, but they’re not going to see us in my room. So there’s no reason for you to be like stalker watching me while I sleep, okay? It’s just gonna make me sort of freaked out.”
“Hmm…what’s this? It feels nice, don’t stop.”
“Oh -- oh, God, Britt, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about it, it’s just... you looked so pretty in your nice new shirt that mom got you, and I wasn’t thinking, and you’re my sister, and -- wait, don’t stop? B, you sure about this? I mean, this is the kind of thing... if Grandma walked in on us, she’d probably throw us out the window or hit us over the head with a Bible or... oh, uh -- okay, wow, you’re right, that does feel really good. This can be our little secret, okay?”
“Fuck you.”
“And I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one in this friendship. Amy, stop moving. If you’re going to be going to all these coordinator functions and pretending to be my girlfriend at them, you need to at least look like you put a little effort into looking nice for my big event. ‘Hot but looks like a hobo’ isn’t going to cut it in front of the Sinnoh Coordinator’s Association, okay? Now just let me curl your damn eyelashes or else you’re going to end up getting poked in the eye, and it’s not going to be pretty.”
"Oh yeah well you can just kiss my ass then.”
“God, Rachel, can you just stop with the hating me thing already? If you were a dude, we’d just punch each other in the face and get it over with, but you’re kinda starting to make me mad being all aggressive and stuff. I’m sorry your brother or whatever he is didn’t get the role -- which, by the way, would have been creepy, but whatever -- but do you need to keep reminding me you hate me every five seconds? I mean, I’m bummed that I’m working with like the scariest girl in the 11th grade instead of my kind-of girlfriend, but I’m not sitting here reminding you I wish you were Marley all the time. Uh... except for right now, but let’s just pretend I didn’t say that part, okay?”
“If you call me your super hella gay bff ever again I’m going to kill you.”
“I’m sorry, it just slipped! It’s not like you’re in the closet anymore, Stell, I don’t get why it’s such a big deal. People love lesbians! At least, Muggles love lesbians -- they even have all these shows on the telly about them. Sometimes they’re in prison, but people seem to love them anyway. What’s so wrong with being proud of being your bff just the way you are, with no secrets and no pretending?”
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