Zee: so, Liam has been obsessed with slam poetry and shit. And he won't tell me where he got it from and the only person I could seriously think of is your boyfriend, tell him to stop corrupting my boyfriend, I am fine with his goofy ass thank you.
Lou: Sorry intelligence isn't sexy for you.
Lou: second, what if your boyfriend just likes poetry, frankly, it's absolutely beautiful and you should listen to the words. Instead of listening to how his sex talk has changed.
Zee: Lou, what's wrong?
Lou: its just, Harry gets so much shit already and you go ahead and fuck with him. He calls me his queen, when I have done nothing for him. He's so fucking sweet, and I feel so . . . Over appreciated.
Zee: Lou, he loves you. . . He doesn't need anything from you but you. He's perfectly fine with you sitting around on the couch and demanding him do shit, as long as your happy he is fine.
Lou: i dont deserve it, what did I do? He's so fucking perfect, and sometimes I'm a huge fucking ass hole and he just brushes it off. Or even give me a spanking, which he knows is more like a reward. He knows me inside and out, he knows things about me i dont remember him asking about. He takes apart every sentence I speak, and makes sure to remember every sentence.
Zee: Because he loves you.
Lou: Why?! Why does he love me?!
Zee: Ask him.
Lou: ugh
