Harper:Okay, so you want a backstory…aka COVER story to explain why we’re hanging out. Hmmm. Let me think.
Easton:Waiting…
Harper:Feel free to PITCH IN any ideas **eye roll**
Easton:I don’t know, we can say our moms are friends now and force us to hang out.
Harper:Eh. We can do better.
Easton:…
Harper:What if we tell people (even though zero people will ask) that we both are on the decorating committee?
Easton:No dude is going to believe I voluntarily committed myself to that committee. I don’t even do the fundraisers for the hockey team. Next bad idea, go.
Harper:Um…I don’t know, let’s just say we talk at our locker. That seems the most logical and realistic. Then when you ask me to prom no one will be surprised.
Easton:How fancy are we talking here?
Harper:I mean, everyone gets asked these days. Even Marcus did a promposal for Macy.
Easton:I am NOT doing one of those lame-ass proposal things! No. I would rather suffer at the hands of my parents or go to jail.
Harper:LOLOL you’d rather go to JAIL than do a promposal?
Easton:Yes.
Harper:OMG you’re such a drama queen.
Easton:Can we not talk about this right now, I’m getting hives. I feel itchy all over.
Harper:Fine. Are there any other rules you want to talk about or were the first two the only ones you could think of?
Easton:Rule 3: No making up random rules to suit yourself.
Harper:Oh. You mean the same way you’re doing right now?
Easton:Hey, I’m the victim here!
Harper:The victim of WHAT?
Easton:Extortion! Have you already forgotten?
Harper:**files fingernails**
Easton:Rule 4: No PDA.
Harper:Um, NO PROBLEM THERE. Agree.
Easton:Okay, now I’m kind of offended you agreed so quickly.
Harper:You should be.
Easton:I am.
Harper:Good. Keep your hands to yourself.
Easton:NOT A PROBLEM.
