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Alana | Jared 

"FLOWER BOYYYYYYYY!"

"Yes, I got your 'Congratulations, Jared!' painting. It's beautiful."

"Why, thank you. But that wasn't what I wanted to tell you."

"Then?"

"I got in."

"What? Where?"

"I got into Yale. O-M-G I can't believe it!"

"Wow, that's amazing. I'm proud of you! And I got in as well—"

"Yes, you told me yesterday that you—"

"—in Yale."

"What? Wait, seriously?"

"Yes, but I applied way before you even called me in the first place so don't think I'm like following you around because I'm not. I already—"

"Jeez, I never said you were a creep. Where did you even get that idea?"

"Um, I don't know?"

"Calm down, bud. Omg. Flower boy. Bud. Do you get the pun?"

"You're so lame."

"But you love me."

"Ahem."

"Uh, haha. Awkward. I think I'll—"

"NO! Don't hang up. We don't have to make it awkward. I already know you like me."

"And do you?"

"What?"

"Reciprocate?"

"..."

"Jared?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Really?"

"Of course, I do. And it's weird because I haven't even met you. I don't know much about you either. But I like you, more than a friend. Because you are weird, funny, annoying and—"

"Me too."

"Huh?"

"I feel the same way."

"I know that."

"No, I mean, I feel the same way about what you just said."

"Aww."

"So when do we meet up?"

"How do you ask that so casually? Like, my heart is hammering against my chest and I'm nervous to even ask again. And you're like so cool, saying hey, when do we meet up? ... And I'm rambling again without a filter. My man-pride just drowned."

"And I thought I was the girl. I think the flowers are forcing you to be ladylike since you are spewing your heart out to me."

"Hey, don't stereotype women."

"Oh, how the roles are reversed. I'm glad we can call each other out when we're being hurtful fools. I really should work on the internalized sexism."

"We both should. Also, spewing? Really, Lana?"

"Hehehehehehe—"

"..."

"—hehehehehehehehehe—"

Click. 

"Wait, I didn't even finish laughing! What an idiot!"