"mikey, please don't avoid me tomorrow at school."
"no."
"why?"
"we have totally opposite social circles. you're with some semi popular kids, and i'm in the somewhat-nonexisting punks."
"yeah but we still see each other."
"do you realize it would hurt your reputation? literally the only reason i don't talk to you at school is because i'd get punched by someone. probably someone on the footie team."
"i can talk to them! they listen to me!"
"no luke. please just respect that."
"michael, i want to interact with you. not just through phonecalls, like actually talk face to face and be right next to each other."
"if i talk to you in a public setting i swear to god luke, i will start panicking."
"like panic-panic, or i-don't-know-what-to-say-panic?"
"both. lu, just gimme some time. i'm not in a good place right now and i can't do social interaction in this state. going to school takes a helluva lot of effort for me, and being put on the spot is a lot worse."
"so you want to. but you can't."
"exactly."
"that's dumb."
"wow! i'm cured! my crippling social anxiety is fixed just because you insulted it!"
"don't take that tone with me, michael."
"or what? you're gonna punish me? not talk to me?"
"..."
"luke, it was a joke."
"..."
"c'mon, stop ignoring me."
"..."
"oh, fuck you hemmings!"
