Eli:Was I there?
Halsey:The date is with Blakely, you fucking idiots.
Pacey:Really?
Posey:Wait . . . seriously?
Silas:Dude, you asked her out?
OC:Okay, is it weird that I just got butterflies?
Halsey:She’s not moving. She’s staying here. I told her how I felt last night, that I’ve been pining after her for over a year. And I asked her out. She said yes, then she fell asleep in my arms.
Posey:**Jaw drops to the ground**
Silas:Holy shit.
Pacey:Well, that’s a fucking 180.
Eli:Oh yeah, Penny told me she wasn’t moving this morning. I was too busy with Holden to relay.
Posey:Jesus, Eli!
OC:Okay, the butterflies have now turned into shivers of joy.
Pacey:Do we need to go over date options?
Halsey:No, I’m good. Taking it from here . . . on my own.
Posey:Uh, what?
Silas:Dude, that’s harsh. You’re just going to cut us out like that?
OC:You seriously can’t do that to me. I’ve become invested in this.
Eli:It seems like he has a handle on it.
Posey:Shut up, Hornsby, no one asked you.
Pacey:Eli is right.
Posey:Or you, Pacey!
OC:Is this how it always is in this group? You reel us in and then hang us out to dry? If so, I don’t think I can handle it.
Eli:Nah, we just shift focus. So . . . how are things with Grace, OC?
Posey:WHAT? Grace, our trainer? Dude . . .
OC:You’re a dick, Hornsby.
Silas:And . . . the focus has shifted. Enjoy your date, Holmes.
Halsey:Thanks, I will.
OC:Uh, I did not sign up for this. How about we talk about Posey and the girl he’s been crushing on?
Silas:He’s not crushing on anyone.
