"I feel like a chicken nugget."

"I ate too many chicken nuggets."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean? Of course, I can."

"Uh, I don't know, bro."

Exactly

"Bitch, I don't fucking remember, I-I just feel full."

"Buwaaaaaaaap..."

"Yes, oh nice, that felt good."

"I know."

into the phone

"Necessary? No. Hilarious? Yes. I knew it would annoy-"

"Yeah, I take my phone to the bathroom a lot..."

"You should cuss in Italian more though, it's really hot."

"Lovely."

"What the fuck? No."

"No."

"No."

"Why the fuck do you always have to be such a bitch?"

"Goddamn it, no... I'm gonna go make myself pancakes."

"I haven't had my weekly cardio, and my moods are swinging, and rolling and flipping. Nothing, I can't deal with though."

"Oh- You actually believed that?"

not

"OH MY GOD, YOU REALLY FELL FOR THAT BULL. HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL HOW MUCH OF A FUCKBOY I AM?"

"I was joking, not lying."

"Yeah? Just like how you lied to me about your mum?"

"Why?"

anything

"You seriously did not just say that... I-I thought we're friends, Tuesday."

"I saw you at the cemetry, the other day. At first, I didn't recognise you, with that mask on it was hard to identify your face, but your hair, oh god, ever since my friend showed me your picture from the yearbook- I'd spot that wild inferno, anywhere. I thought you'd be visiting your dad, y'know? I decided I wanna talk to you, but-"

"Ugh. Then, after you left, I was um, I had to get to my... um-

"Yeah- I saw the stone you were by. I was surprised it had a woman's profile. And, you both share the same last name, it made sense..."

"Fuck. You could have said this before..."

"Hey, hey, I get it, you don't gotta bring it all o-"

"..."

"You didn't have to tell me- I don't want you to think I forced thi-"

"I'd sympathesize with you, but I know that's not what you wanna hear right now. But, you do care, that's why you cover it up. How's life without them?"

"Is your brother, alright?"

"In conclusion, you're fucking strong."

"It's alright, Tutu. Wai- did you just apologise? Oh my fucking god- Fuck your parents, though."

"Oh, don't we just love dysfunctional families."

"Yeah, 'cause family isn't who you're born with. It's who you'd die for."

-

this chapter was hard to write for some reason.

sigh, this chapter has the hands of grief looming over it, parents are- difficult, yk? temme what u thot of this

---> interpreted a burp as well as i could btw lmfao