Beyond Strangers
lana • kurt
come sit with me for lunch
no way
come on, its outside and i'm alone out here.
you were fine on your own all this while.
i know but, i need company. mr dancing pants almost fried my brain.
dancing pants?
you know that maths teacher that wears pants three times his size.
omg, that's mr stan and lol.
i swear every time he moves, its as if the legs of his pants are dancing salsa with each other.
stop, you're making everyone look at me weirdly for laughing in here.
that's good then, at least they get to hear your laugh and i don't. lana, come out, please?
not happening and i'm already keeping you company, you should be paying me, not everyone gets the privilege of texting with me.
that's good, I'd have been jealous otherwise. i'll pay you by buying yo
