In Person: A Breance Story

» .5 She might like Him?«

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Brea: Shut up, you don't even know what I'm talking about haha

Lance: yes I do, Television is, I watched the movie. You think I don't know?

Lance and I are currently on the phone play arguing over the Incredibles 2 movie.

Brea: I went on opening day! When did you go? Yeah, you watched it from home haha

Lance: quiet brea. I get it.

Brea: Haha I'm screenshotting your face. You look so mad! *laughing*

Lance pouted at me and turned away so I can't get a picture of him.

Brea: ha I already got it! You look so cute haha

Lance: That's because I am cute. Delete that!

Brea: Make me. *laughing*

Lance: I will get on a plane right now and fly to Austin and delete that picture off your phone, Brea, don't make me do it.

Brea: Hey, speaking of getting in planes... when are we going to meet.

Lance: I don't know, I really want to though. Maybe someday in the future.

Brea: The future is a long time from now. *sighs*

Lance: The future is literally like one minute away.

Brea: Not my point.

Lance: Yeah Whatever.

Brea: So you're saying you're on a plane right now and you're coming to see me? *sarcastic*

Lance: No, that's not my point either.

Brea: Ha, you get mad easily. You don't even know how much screenshots I have of you.

Lance: neither do you. I have a screenshot of you about to sneeze after you've sneezed and during your sneeze. *smirks*

Brea: Lance... you better delete those.

Lance: I'll delete them, right after I send them to you, print them, out them in my scrapbook and then delete it.

Brea: You scrapbook?

Lance: it's just a hobby

Brea: Lame.

Lance: it's not lame! What hobby do you have!?

Brea: I skateboard.

Lance: well I guess that compared to mine makes scrapbooking seem pretty lame. *looks down*

Brea: aaaand screenshot,

Lance: what the- Brea! Stop!

Brea: screenshot! screenshot! screenshot!

I was laughing so hard at this point I had to cover my mouth so my parents don't hear.

Lance: I hate you.

Brea: Aww I love you too.

Lance: Whatever. So, you got a boyfriend?

Brea: Yeah. You jealous? *smirks*

Lance: *nervous and sad* what? No. It's just a question Brea.

Brea: No I don't have a boyfriend. What about you?

Lance: I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not like that, Brea.

Brea: Oh my gosh, I mean girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend!