Page 82 of He's Not My Type


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Halsey:That was a fucking disaster.

Posey:What do you mean? Are you ruining this for us?

Halsey:No! You are!

Silas:What did you say? Did you say it right?

Penny:Yes, please regale us with what you said, because we did nothing wrong. This is all on you.

Halsey:All you told me to do was talk about dick piercings with no guidance. And then you threatened me if I didn’t talk about it.

Pacey:In Halsey’s defense, that’s exactly what happened.

Halsey:Thank you!

Posey:But what did you say?

Halsey:I just said that the guys were talking about how I should get a dick piercing, and it was so awkward and uncomfortable that I ended the conversation when she asked if I was into dick pain.

Silas:She asked you about dick pain?

OC:Are you into dick pain?

Halsey:NO! Like I said, a fucking disaster.

Penny:Disaster? I call that a SUCCESS!

Posey:I was just about to say the same thing.

Halsey:How the hell was that a success?

Penny:Take it from the only lady in the group, she’s now thinking about your penis and that is step one.

Posey:^^^ Correct. There is penis thinking now.

Silas:Yeah, I can see the validity in that.

OC:I know it’s worked on me. **winces**

Pacey:I like you more and more every day, OC.

OC:I feel that hard.

Halsey:So now she’s thinking about her brother’s penis? Is that what we wanted?

Penny:Precisely. On to stage two.

Posey:Onward ho!

Pacey:Oh I can’t wait to fucking see what stage two is.

Penny:The first touch.

Halsey:What?

Penny:Listen closely . . . lean in. Are you ready?

Halsey:Jesus Christ.