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[stupidloser]

[a certain stupid loser is sitting alone on a bench, definitely not texting the girl that they want to be their girlfriend or anything, because only stupid losers do that.]

Comments

[bighouses]

They probably think you're on date, though.

[stupidloser]

Does it... really look like we are?

[bighouses]

Does it matter?

[stupidloser]

—Not really.

[bighouses]

Hmm, aren't you concerned about rumours spreading?

[stupidloser]

Are you?

[bighouses]

I'm a nasty bitch who couldn't get a boyfriend if she tried.

[stupidloser]

... Well, I'm a friendless loser that's too caught up on his best friend to get a girlfriend.

[bighouses]

What a pair.

[stupidloser]

Indeed.

[bighouses]

You could take her here.

[stupidloser]

...

I could.

[bighouses]

It's a nice atmosphere, isn't it?

[stupidloser]

And the music isn't terrible.

[bighouses]

... So bring her here.

[stupidloser]

Fitz...

[bighouses]

What? It's a nice suggestion.

[stupidloser]

... It is.

[and yet he feels so conflicted for some reason]

[bighouses]

[tucks some hair behind her ear, drinks to avoid talking.]

[stupidloser]

[yep, and as i drink and blush and look away, it definitely looks like we're out on a date, and that doesn't bother me as much as it should.]

[bighouses]

So text her.

[stupidloser]

—Right now?

[bighouses]

Why not? You're already here. I can just leave.

[stupidloser]

I'm not that rude.

[bighouses]

It's my idea, and I dragged you here to begin with.