Eleven
191 Words
"I think I really like you."
"I can't blame you. I'm pretty awesome, Sar."
"I'm trying to be sweet here, Humphreys. Shut the f**k up for one minute."
"Okay, okay, munchkin."
"Oh my goodness can you—"
"Chill. I'm just f*****g with you, Sar."
"You can't just kiss me when I'm mad, Humphre—mm."
"Hmm?"
"Okay. I stand corrected. You can."
"What were you saying?"
"Before you very rudely interrupted me?"
"Yup."
"Stop smiling like an i***t. I can't take you seriously."
"But you're so cute."
"Shut up. This is supposed to be romantic, damn it."
"Okay okay, no more."
"Are you sure?"
"..."
"..."
"I literally have to bow down to look at you in the eyes, Sar. It hurts my neck. What is it?"
"You're a f**k face."
"Yes, I will be you girlfriend."
"How'd you—what the f**k? How'd you know I was gonna ask that? I had a whole cheesy speech planned out and—damn it, Humphreys."
"I can read you like an open book, Sar."
"You can read?! Aw, you're growing up so fast. I'm so proud of you."
"Hey, at least I actually grew."
"Thalia!"
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