Zeke: Mia, if you’re fuckin’ lying to me right now-
Mia: I’m not lying to you.
Zeke: Why you only telling me this now then?
Mia: Because... god Zeke. I mean, you know me. I’m that fucked up girl from that fucked up family whose dad left his family. Traded his wife in for a younger model and forget that his own daughter fucking existed. I think we can both agree that I’m terrified of commitment.
Zeke: Not every guy is your dad Mia.
Mia: I know that. But i don’t wanna end up like my mother. Broken and empty. Just a pretty shell with nothing on the inside. And you have the power to make me like that, Zeke. You could really break me.
Zeke: So what? Your plan’s to just, i dunno, break me first?
Mia: No, that’s not what I want.
Zeke: Then why? Why do all this shit to get a reaction outta me? Why tell me you wanna fuck other guys? Why make me fight for a full ass year for any kinda indication that you wanted me even as half as much as I wanted you?
Mia: I just... I needed to know that you cared, like really cared.
Zeke: You coulda asked. Or better yet, you coulda opened your fuckin’ eyes. Cause you’re the only one who couldn’t see how fuckin’ crazy about you I was.
Mia: Was? You’re not anymore?
Zeke: My feelings for you ain’t just gonna go away in a few weeks, Mia. But, I dunno man, I feel different, in a way.
Mia: Baby, whatever it is, we can work it out. Work through it. I love you, Zeke.
Zeke: Fuck, I dunno what to do man.
Mia: Tell me you love me. I wanna hear you say it.
Zeke: Mia, I can’t-
Mia: Say it.
Zeke: *Sighs* I... I love... you.












