On car rides and cute nicknames.

or on bullshit you allow into your life.

“Hello?”

“Get ready, I’m picking you up in half an hour.”

“Oh.. hi.”

“Half an hour.”

“I can’t.”

“Will an hour be enough?”

“No, I can’t. I mean, I can. I just don’t want to.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s weird. This. Us. You. You’re weird. Why are you so weird?”

“What do you mean? Come on… What did I tell you about overthinking stuff? You’re doing it again.”

“No, listen. You. Me. It’s weird. Usually, men would ask me out and I’d say no. And they keep asking until I say yes. And you know this isn’t a game for me or anything…”

“What’s your point?”

“You haven’t called in two weeks.”

“Let’s just have some fun together.”

“I don’t know why I keep on doing this. Out of all the men in my life right now, I keep trying to get to you and you reject me everytime. I always have to wait for you.”

“So… You like me.”

“I do. But I’d also like to know you and spend time with you. And I wish you tried to get to know me too.”

“I’ll see you in half an hour.”

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re just a guy. And.. you make me feel like I’m just a girl.”

“But you are.”

“No… that’s the thing, I’m way more than this.”

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