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Maybe I'm both, who knows? Oh God, wait I need to sneeze.

Have you ever felt this way? Sick and confused, or maybe just sick of being confused?

My nose, my head, my throat - everything’s on fucking fire. Is-is this some sort of karma? Fuck- it’s just. I went on this date with this really cute girl and she’s like the perfect, adorable version of Mother Teresa. But then here comes her best friend; crying and full of snot. Jesus even the snot made her look cute, but the thing is .. Ms. Greene.. I fell in love with snot girl. Now everything’s just fucked.

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And if somehow a relationship managed to be all three, then I'd use the word 'fucked'. No-I'm just joking. Your point, however, is valid. If the relationship is all three, then maybe there isn't a word, but rather words. I'd use an entire sentence like 'We're friends who love each other but it's complicated so we're basically fucked." Maybe categories should be wider, more accommodating. But enough about that, enough about two people rambling about a theory others are too afraid to discuss. 

Do you have a relationship or relationships?

There’s always a word for everything; ‘complicated’, ‘lovers’, ‘friends’ - anything.

Tell me, Sophia - in what circumstance would you not label a relationship?

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There's always a word for everything; 'complicated', 'lovers', 'friends' - anything.

Tell me, Sophia - in what circumstance would you not label a relationship?

Everybody’s sort of - has this phobia with labels, but I’ve actually grown to like it.

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I never said I was opposed to us being fuck buddies. Just-make sure you keep your time free and I'll keep mine just in ... case.

I can’t say we’d be fuck buddies since I’m not quite sure if that’ll remain a one time thing, but friends - I think.

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My nose, my head, my throat - everything's on fucking fire. Is-is this some sort of karma? Fuck- it's just. I went on this date with this really cute girl and she's like the perfect, adorable version of Mother Teresa. But then here comes her best friend; crying and full of snot. Jesus even the snot made her look cute, but the thing is .. Ms. Greene.. I fell in love with snot girl. Now everything's just fucked.

msjgreene:

Yeah-I’d like that a lot actually, thanks Ms. Greene. I promise you, this is not another hallucination.

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I can't say we'd be fuck buddies since I'm not quite sure if that'll remain a one time thing, but friends - I think.

Everybody’s sort of - has this phobia with labels, but I’ve actually grown to like it.

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If I ever become famous for this smile, which I'm sure I will be - I'll have you to thank.

I-I don’t think there’s ever been a bad picture of me but sure. How’s this?

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Everybody's sort of - has this phobia with labels, but I've actually grown to like it.

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yes, well - when you're done doing that, shove over so I can lay down my head down on your lap, come on.

we can’t always look as beautiful as you, sweetheart.

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we can't always look as beautiful as you, sweetheart.

It’s flu season and I’m just about one sneeze away from dying

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Yeah-I'd like that a lot actually, thanks Ms. Greene. I promise you, this is not another hallucination.

It’s flu season and I’m just about one sneeze away from dying

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It's flu season and I'm just about one sneeze away from dying

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I-I don't think there's ever been a bad picture of me but sure. How's this?

  “Can you just smile.. It’s for the yearbook.”

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you know, I never recalled you ever choosing truth from our game from last night - w-were you afraid, Lenox?

After the presumably good sex and alcohol, it’s hard to stop wanting to know you.

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He doesn't deserve you, you know. No one does, not even me yet I still try. I'll keep that in mind, Swiss is a bit tasteless anyways. Now tell me, should I punch Dom or should I do whatever those people on Glee do, what did you call it? S-should I slushie Dominic?

You said you’ve always liked cheese. Parmesan, cheddar cheese, - don’t know how you feel about Swiss though. No-I’m kidding.

Aurora, we thought a lot of things weren’t possible.

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"None of this is easier. I've seen you smile, I've seen you laugh, I've seen you get auctioned off for God sakes but I won't see you live your life without me."

"We were only ten when we started this, talking about taking walks in the parks, buying our own apartment and raising puppies from the shelter. We said we'd do this.... together"

"December 24th, Christmas Eve. I'm standing out in the snow alone. It's gentle, it's beautiful but it isn't you. I can't stop if I can't help but compare everything to how you've made me feel."

"Look at us, we're reciting dates and letters. We haven't forgotten but we're talking like we don't want to remember."

"Remember me, Aurora. Just please remember and come back."

Sometimes I only ever listen if it’s something I’d want to hear. But I always listened to you Aurora, always even it hurt. I listened because that was the closest we’d ever get

March 6th you gave me three words. No more, no less. You said I love you.

Now I’m coming into your life again because I’m scared. I’m scared that if I return those three words, all you’ll say back is

I loved you.

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"Don't be hurt, you've proven my assumption wrong and that doesn't happen often with people. Consider yourself proud, Cadence." She was fun to tease, it would give Brandon a reason to do it more often.

"Life is about a lot of things, many of which we'll never know if we dont test both of our methods. So - what'll it be? Museums tonight and possibly ditching the next day of school for a road trip?" His grandparents would never allow it, but fuck Alexander and Vera. Fuck them, fuck it all. Cadence was exhilarating.

"I'll drive - by the way. I wouldn't want to stop in the middle of our little adventure for some ducks crossing the road, it'll only slow us down." Brandon fiddled with his car keys, toying with them in front of her. He couldn't wipe his smirk, he couldn't when Cadence could not either.

"No, not Oxford. Dad wishes though” He muttered the last sentence under his breath, his jaw slightly clenched.

"Oh um, sorry where was I? Right, no I’m from Oxford. I studied at this all-boys prep school, but that’s all boring stuff. Well - well Ms. Cadence. Not as frigid as I expected, now I’m impressed.” Playfully, he clapped his hands together as to applaud her. American girls were different, they were more free - more real.

“Back home, the girls would just sit in their dresses sipping tea as time passed by. Your wild was more of their barbaric, but I like that. Road trips, racing off into something new with not even a single thought of looking back.” Brandon took his step closer, he didn’t want Cadence to look back. He wanted her to look at him.