Sisters, Sisters

"What was wrong with you back there?"

"WHAT."

"He was all about you. ALL about you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"He literally was complimenting you and you were busy looking at the white chocolate Irish Cream, and ignoring him. You ignored him."

"He's ten. He probably couldn't tell if I was a spunky young man his mom could invite over for a play date, or your mom."

"No, he was all about it. He was into you."

"He just liked my hat."

"No."

"He was just talking to me so you'd talk to him."

"Uh, no, because I tried talking to him and all he wanted to do was talk to you, or about you, because you were too busy not talking to him. AND I HAVE A BOYFRIEND."

"I have an ingrown hair on my upper lip that looks like a cold sore, no makeup on, a hat pulled down over my eyebrows and dirty hair. There is no goddamn way he was into me. You however, look like Alicia Keys."

"Whatever. What do you want for Christmas, by the way."

"Your face."

Comments

[Alya]

Your face! Hilarious!