Little talks.

In which study dates have nothing to do with studying.

In which study dates have nothing to do with studying.

Me: wrong.

Lucy: oh.

Me: do you even know what potassium is?

Lucy: did you tell your mum about us?

Me: sorry?

Lucy: did you tell your mum about us?

Me: there was nothing to tell.

Me: we had sex a few times and then you got bored of me.

Lucy: my- my sister...

Lucy: you know, died?

Me: what?

Lucy: my sister died and I couldn't be with anyone!

Lucy: okay! Her fucking boyfriend knocked her a couple of times and she fell.

Me: oh dear.

Lucy: bleeding on the brain.

Me: please don't cry, Luce.

Lucy: I'm not. I'm just tired.

Me: why didn't you tell me this to begin with!

Me: I could've helped you!

Lucy: I couldn't tell you because you would pity me!

Me: I'm not pitying you now, am I? I am pissed off at you!

Lucy: ...

Me: ...

Lucy: sorry, I had to do that. You're hot when your mad.

Me: screw you.

Lucy: you already did.