Wow. Can you like, stop leading me on for like, twenty seconds? I mean, I spend like, three solid weeks hanging on your every word, and this is how you repay me? You play me? And I’m not looking for a hookup; I’m just looking for a boy. I know you’re scared we’ll never see each other, or never talk after Friday, but if you make a move, I’ll hang onto your every word as long as you like. Don’t worry that we live in different cities, I’m sure we’ll make it, But only if you want to try. I’m not jealous of those other girls; I know you’re only friends. Just don’t be worried about the boys in marching band. I’ll trust you, if you trust me, and we’ll make it through this, just like it was meant to be.