Easton:You really think I’d be that into kissing just anyone? WTF.
Harper:I mean, maybe not a lamppost, but…
Easton:CLEARLY NOT A LAMPPOST.
Harper:I am laughing so hard right now.
Easton:Good, I’m glad you’re amused when I was trying to find out if the kiss sucked or not. It’s fine—I’m fine, everything is fine.
Harper:You sure are adorable, do you know that?
Easton:Thanks??
Harper:Why are you saying it like that? Has no one ever told you that?
Easton:This would be a first.
Harper:Awww.
Easton:Did you think I was adorable wearing the Parker Lane Rhino???
Harper:I would kiss that rhino, too, for SURE.
Easton:Shut up. You would not.
Harper:Wanna bet?
Easton:I can’t decide if I should be flattered or offended.
Easton:Also I’m never giving in to a stupid dare again. It got me into so much fucking trouble in the first place.
Harper:No trouble. No kiss.
Easton:Hey now!
Easton:Can you do me one favor?
Harper:Depends on what it is, ha ha.
Easton:Can we at least not pretend that kiss didn’t happen? We don’t have to do it anymore, but erasing it just feels…I don’t know. Wrong.
Harper:All right. We won’t pretend it didn’t happen. But seriously, from here on out, this is a business relationship only.
Easton:Deal. A criminal business relationship.
Easton:I’m serious, though. It was good. Really good.
Harper:I can’t argue with that.
Easton:See? You felt it, too.
Harper:I never said I didn’t! But you are determined to bring it up, aren’t you?
Easton:Just stating the facts.
Harper:Okay, time to change the subject. Are you freetomorrow? Mr.Grazz wants everyone in the gym for one last meeting, so when we set everything up the night of prom, there are no surprises. Everyone knows their role.
Easton:What time? I have a team meeting for hockey in the morning. Our first game is coming up.
