"Would it matter if it wasn’t? We have a modern age wonder called cell phones…"
"Duh it would matter. Especially when time is dragging by on these fuckers too..." Marissa glanced down at her phone, huffing slightly. "When's this fucking thing over, anyway? I want to get out of here."
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Can you stop being such a bitch?
"I’m stopping. I’m sorry to be an asshole. I definitely didn’t mean to nervously vomit that one three times in one breath. Abigail’s taste in friends, I would assume, seems pretty reasonable.”
"Bravest, loudest, gayest friend, at your disposal. Proud to wear the title of sole protector that is actually her age. And thanks. Some would disagree I guess."
"I like you. You remind me a little of myself when I was younger. —Chill. I’m chill. I apologize for being really, really not-chill.”
"Well that's good to know. At least someone likes me. I drive everyone but Abigail up the wall most of the time– And please. Please stop overusing that word. Oh my god."
"Every so often I’m struck at full speed by how really actually attracted to women I am and now is one of those times. It doesn’t sound regrettable. It actually sounds— this is the most inappropriate discussion what am I doing.”
"Yeah no. I have an appreciation for women all day every day and I don't even care– Also I'm eighteen, so chill. Therapy. You're venting your frustrations."
"Her lipstick is the most stunning shade of red I have ever witnessed.”
"It has been all over my body and I do not regret a single fucking thing–-"
"Why is everyone horrendously social with me all of a sudden? I have changed nothing about myself and yet everybody wants to either hang out on my therapy couch or convince me to make out with Margot. This is ridiculous.”
"...Horrendously social. That is definitely a new one. I have definitely not heard that one before. And yeah, welcome to the world. Everybody wants to make out with Margot Verger. At least I have."
"IF THAT WAS A DOUBLE ENTENDRE I SWEAR TO GOD I DON’T MAKE OUT WITH PATIENTS I AM A THERAPIST I ACTUALLY COUNSEL GOOD GOD WHO ELSE WANTS AN APPOINTMENT FUCK IT I HAVE NO DOCTORATE I AM DONE."
"...Nah. Not even a little."
...I will charm the pants off of your body if it is the last thing I do ever with my entire life. Ever.
"Now, I mean, that sounds mildly like an assumption. —Also, how much therapy are we going to employ me for? Because I’m not really sure I can juggle this many ridiculous cases.”
"I don't know doctor Bloom. I wouldn't be opposed to some therapy myself–-"
"Whose got two thumbs and the sexuality of a fallen angel. Hint his name rhymes with Cannibal Lecter"
"I'll die before I let you impale me again."
"All fucking puns intended."
”I think Alana might have always been a little gay - I don’t think it ever ends.”
"...I really cannot complain about this."
”I was always gay.”
"Liberally bisexual. Count me for half.”
"Okay. But if we're working on bringing the bisexuals out of the woodwork, can someone please go work on Abigail."
”I was always gay.”
"I know."
"But now you're making Alana gay. When does it end?"
"...Why is everyone suddenly gay?"
Well, that usually worked. What a shame that Marissa didn’t seem as gullible as most other people.
”Nothing’s up,” Margot responded. All she could do was fake the truth and hope Marissa couldn’t see through that too. “I just don’t like chocolate.” It was a half-truth, at least.
"So you're telling me you hate chocolate so much you like to glare at it like it's personally offended you whenever it comes into play?" The teen raised her eyebrows, looking rather disbelieving. "That's... Rather harsh, Margot."
Nonetheless, she reached over and tossed the chocolate into the nearest trash. No stereotypical victory fist pump this time, though. She was curious and concerned. Margot had really done it this time. There were things Marissa could overlook, but a loathing of chocolate was not among them.