yeah? look at pete go. you have two cool guys looking out for you then.
( she was genuinely satisfied hearing this, a short sigh of relief passing her lips. )
oh i know / he’s / my friend, but i was hoping to here you admit it. bring it in!
oh, i know . . your pete’s a rockstar.
( a gentle smile, nodding along as she moves her gaze away momentarily. )
and i know / we / aren’t best friends, dammit i move too much . . but we are friends, right?
( the anger never phased her, a simple natural reaction to intense life events. and despite her own usual calm and optimistic demeanor, she could . . really understand him. )
hey, i was just furious that i was your second favorite. you really think i’m here for it?
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a—ha!
( . . so she is a fellow artist. there was something about vee that just radiated it. she was happy her intuition had been right. a small smile, followed by a nod. )
yep! feel free to bring anyone else! i’d love it if you did.
aw . . come on. tell it that it’s / so / cute and that they’re missed!
( she takes a step away from him, cheeks puffed to keep herself from bursting into laughter. her cheeks are red from the valiant effort. )
( brows rising in amusement, clapping her hands together. )
are they there . . ? tell them i love them, brock!
( her sweet words followed by finger hearts in her friend’s face. )
( like the ever — so polite lady she is, she sits down across from her with a sheepish smile. )
sorry to bother you, ms. venus. and just gwen is cool!
my band’s playing this weekend at a local — errr . .
( she’s gotta spill the truth, doesn’t she? they’re playing at a +
























