alpotter calling rosee
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"Full offense, Al, but I
don't want to talk
right now."
"Cool. Well, we can
talk on the phone,
or I can track you
down and force you
to talk to me. Your
choice."
"No."
"That wasn't one
of the options."
"What do you want?"
"To make sure you're
okay, for one. You just
vanished without a word,
everyone's worried."
"Well, I'm fine. Happy?"
"You don't have to act
like you don't care about
this. It's okay to be scared."
"I'm not scared."
"Okay, then not scared,
uncertain. Confused.
Whatever it is you're
feeling, I can help."
"..."
I can understand what
you're going through
probably more than
anyone else. Let me
help, please."
"..."
"..."
"I don't understand it,
Al. I don't know what's
happening, I don't know
what to do, I don't. . ."
"That's okay, we can
get through this and
it'll be okay. I promise."
"I can't have feelings
for her."
"Isla?"
"Who else, dumbass?"
"Okay, fair enough. But
it's not like you're the
first person to love their
best friend in a not-so-
-friendly way, and it's
worked out fine before.
It will for you guys, too."
"I don't love her in
any way but platonically."
"Okay, but my point
still stands."
"It's not about the fact
that she's my friend,
it's more than that.
Everything made so
much sense before, and
now it's all. . . I don't know."
"Because she's a girl?"
"I'm not supposed
to like girls."
