agonies of being a teenage girl >> olivia&layton

I like her. I do, because I trust that, at least if she hurts me like everyone else, she'll make it good. That's how I am; however you decide, whatever you do, you better do it right, or else I'll be double pissed. Not only did you humiliate me, you didn't even impress me while doing so. Like, once, my dad got me this random expensive dollhouse inspired from some random victor in the 20s, and it was nowhere near being on my Ratmas list. Oh, at all. Frankly, I would never have asked for such an overpriced uninspired suburban home, like, what, all of a sudden my shirtless Justice Fray Dream Doll is just living it up middle class? 

Get real. 

Obviously, he didn't know me at all, so I cried, and then he shamed me for crying, and now every time I cry I think of Justice Fray's sculpted plastic abs. It's torture. I don't even like Justice Fray. He looks like he's supposed to be attractive, yet his baby mama shows him up in every regard. 

The moral of the story here is that Olivia Harper broke my knee, and now I want to get even. 

I want to break her heart. Now, I don't ... I don't know how I'm gonna do that, I'm still figuring that out, but I'm sure it'll click as she inevitably falls in love with me. We're meeting for coffee, and I always make sure to show up first to dates, like, almost embarrassingly early. I want to make sure I'm there long enough to get comfortable so I look all casual when my opponent date arrives. I love love <3. 

Time to kill her with kindness. The whole time I'm stealing glances at the window of the coffee shop, popping my lip gloss against the palm of my hand as the minutes pass. Eventually though, she comes into view and I immediately start to panic. Gameplan, gameplan, what's the fucking gameplan again? Oh, right, lip gloss. I drift away into the ceiling, trying to be as thoughtless as I want to appear. 

Oh look, a plant. :) 

Oh wow... coffee mugs!! In a coffee shop! Omg. No way. 

"Oh my god, Liiiv!" Greeting people with hugs is for people with no boundaries, or no standards, or no self respect. Instead I just enthusiastically wave and smile with my eyes. Not too much, not too little, just enough. It's all about balance, you can't let anyone know how one little thing can tip you right over the edge of a thousand foot cliff. Because it won't. Because we're better than that now! I hope. 

"Yeah, I've just been here like, thinking, and stuff," I love philosophical discussions, y'know? "So.. I'm happy you're here now, I'm so thirsty." But I draw out the -ty, so she knows exactly what'll quench me. 

Her paying for my drink, hello?