❝ Seriously ? No way. Name ONE time that actually worked. ❞

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    “It’s a new lipstick! That’s all!”         no way he would never learn the truth

          “Chocolate lipstick?”  Suddenly he finds himself wondering if           she kept that in her room ---- if no one SAW  him wear it, that           made    it    okay,    right?

“Are you SURE about that?” She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms under her chest.  “I think it’s safer if I threw it out.”

blinking, he paused. “ or…we could get TWO    pizzas with extra cheese? ”

“That there, is exactly it. You don’t treat me like a person.”

          “You  ARE  a person. Just an incredibly beautiful one,           and  EXCUSE  me for thinking that you should get the           acknowledgement    you    deserve.”

           ❝ Have you ever spoken a French word in your life ? ❞

     Now it’s a bubble of laughter that he draws from her, and it isn’t often that she dwells on her IQ, but he’s doing a good job of making his disbelief charming and quite frankly she can’t help herself. “Technically, it’s all up here.” With that she taps her index finger against the side of her head.

“It was just a french fry…”

                      ❝ Are you trying to CONFUSE me with talks about nutrition? ❞

       In the meanwhile, she’s still trying to figure the best        way to steal some of his fries.

“Exactly. Plus I didn’t want my boy to start swearing at a young age, and now I’ve gotten into the habit of using the made up words.”

    “Ok, ok. I see some resemblance, but I find it hard to believe that we could be considered twins.”

Monica takes a quick glance up to catch a glimpse of  the STUFF Joey had decided to eat. Unfazed, she gets back to fixing lunch as she had been. “– That’s baby food, Joe,” she adds without so much as another look up.

     ❛ And now you’re broke, eating my food, and you still wore lipstick. That makes it hilarious ❜

          “Easy for you to say, Ms Chanandler Bong!”

                    “I WOULD never! At least… Not               intentionally. My thumb slipped on the                                         button. I’m calling back, what                                         do you want me to order?”

          “Okay  ---  PANIC  over.  Which place  are  you  ordering  from?           The one where they put meatballs on the pizza or the lame one?”

She laughs, smile soft as she raises an eyebrow. Of course. She knows these guys, she knows how they work. Doesn’t mean there’s any harm in flirting back.  “ Lovely. And you? ”

          His smile widened at the sound of her laugh  --  wasn’t           that   just    the    cutest    sound    he’d    ever    heard?           “I couldn’t be better when I’m speaking to someone as            lovely  as  yourself.”

         ❛ Oh!  I know you! I watch your show all          the time! Well not, y'know, all the time. I          mean, I’m not, like, obsessed with it——— ❜

         Freckled cheeks  flared with heat, the young woman’s          hair flushing as red as her hair as she bit down on her          lower  lip  nervously.  This  was  NOT  how  she  had          imagined     meeting      her      first     ever      celebrity          ( and lord knew she had daydreamed about it a lot ).

          ❛ —— this is awkward. Not that you’re awkward or anything.          Just that I’m the awkward one. You, you, are anything but!          You’re—you’re UN-AWKWARD. ❜

        “Oh, OH – – so I wrote a new song on my way over here,                                            do you want to hear it?”