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“That invitation was most definitely not extended to you.”

“Why not do both?”

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“I leave for a tournament tomorrow for four days. Torn between a marathon of forensic files and drinking-- who’s down to party?”

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M O O D B O A R D |  Delilah Rose & Andrew Grey [1/∞]

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“You’re mixing oil with water!”

What is there to explain about cake?

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Andrew stayed silent for a moment and let the girl in front of him do her talking. He had learned from two years of living with Delilah that arguing would get him nowhere in situations like these, especially if Gia was already irritated. For what reason, Andrew had no idea. As she finished, he couldn’t help but wince slightly. He was well aware he wasn’t the most intelligent, but hearing it constantly wasn’t the best. With his state of mind, he hadn’t realized he’d been staring off into space and shook himself back into reality-- or as much as he could. “Uh, yeah. Fine. I get it. You’re right.”

“Don’t tell me to chill out when I’m entirely ‘chill’.” The brunette clenched her jaw and glanced away from him momentarily. The longer Andrew spoke, the more riled up she became. “My name’s not ‘doll’ and if I’m killing your vibe, I have no problem walking away. You made a comment, I corrected said comment. You should have known I would call you out for idiocy.”

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“Yeah, well, I think about a lot. Just make sure next time you go mixing liquids or mixing something with water, that you can’t undo it. Water is our purest source of life and we’re just throwing it around into sodas and juices that would dehydrate us more than help if it came down to it! Sorry, I never realized how passionate I was about this until now. Do you think I could start a campaign? Or a non-profit organization? ‘Stop the abuse of water!’ Yeah, it has a nice ring to it.”

“I never thought of it like that. Interesting.”

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“I have complete hold of myself, Gia, chill out. Sorry that it’s powder, but it still makes sense if you mix lemonade and fruit punch, you’ll have a delicious combination, sure, but you’ll never have one or the other ever again.” Andrew insisted, brow furrowing a bit at how annoyed Gia seemed. “Come on, doll, you wound me. You need to relax. I don’t mind sounding like an idiot. I feel good right now. And you’re kinda killing my vibe by how uptight you’re being right now, love.”

“Jesus Christ, Andrew. Get a hold of yourself. No, it doesn’t support it because kool-aid is a dissolvable powder specifically made to mix with liquid. While I’m super stoked you tried to pull the apocalypse into this conversation, you still need to stop talking. You sound like an idiot.” Gia groaned and rolled her eyes, her irritation showing clearly on her face. “Like Harold and Kumar level baked.”

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“I want a video on my desk by tomorrow morning, miss.”

“Really? Do you want to bet? If I can separate oil and water?”

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“You’re speaking words fast right now and I’m just not able to follow at all. But the backtrack thing, yeah, that supports what I was saying, doesn’t it? Like if you make kool-aid you’re never going to have just water again, you fucked up and went too far. Like soda. That won’t help us in the apocalypse because it just dehydrates you faster, even though it was originally water. Right? But um, well.. yeah. On a scale of jello to cake, how baked do I look right now?”

“No, you’re probably being paranoid. There’s some fancy way of doing it, I’m not exactly sure how but you can. Mixing ingredients for a cake is completely different. You’re creating a chemical reaction with a cake and you’re mixing more than just liquids. You can’t backtrack with most chemical reactions. Again there’s a fancy term for that but I don’t know it. Are you high? ‘Cause you sure as hell didn’t seem this daft the other day.”

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“Listen, I may be stoned like a gravel road right now, but you’re not getting this one by me. I just don’t believe it.”

“It’s actually quite easy, They don’t mix at all, you can just scoop the oil out, it floats to the top.”

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“Honestly, does everyone hate me? So you’re telling me if I had a glass of water and a glass of rubbing alcohol or oil or whatever the fuck, and mixed them, you could separate them into their own glasses again? And what about when you make cake?”

“You do realize there are liquids that don’t mix, right? Like oil, water, rubbing alcohol. It’s something you learn in basic science classes in primary school.”

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“Man, everyone is really killing my vibe with this observation. Explain cake then.”

I’d believe that excludes oil and water.

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“So you’re telling me you can get them apart? Let’s sit down with a glass of water, add oil, and I want to see you get the oil and water in separate glasses.”

“Oil and water, or any liquids with vastly differing densities”

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“Know what really fucks me up? The fact that if you put two liquids together, you can never get them apart again.”

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message || princess

Delilah: shawn is at my door and I told him to leave

Delilah: he called me a bitch

Delilah: come get rid of him

Andrew: WHAT?

Andrew: i'm on my way back now.

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“It’s completely fair, actually, as I am a mysterious enigma that must maintain... mystery. You just did the impossible. I actually was at a loss for words right there. Well, um, the only other things beside those two are booze and weed. I’m just a simple man that knows his vices, really.” Andrew admitted with a lift of one of his shoulders. He quite enjoyed the fact that she seemed mesmerized by his ability to multitask where sports were concerned. “Well, a few of my previous conquests might not enjoy our interaction, but the only thing you have to be worried about with them is hearing a rumor about yourself. They’re all quite superficial and not very bright, so there shouldn’t be an issue. But you might want to have your legal representative on call just to be safe.” He finished with a teasing wink.

“Aside from yourself and baseball, what do you love? C'mon, it’s not fair that you get to know some of my weaknesses and I don’t get to know yours.” Her eyes squinted as his gaze, wondering just what he was thinking as he watched her. “Oh, very funny. Hardy-har-har. Lead me into something with the premise of death.” She rolled her eyes at her own words. “Maybe I’ll take you up on the offer one day, you never know. Sweet Jesus, more than one at a time? How? I feel like that’d cause anyone to collapse. No thank you, nope. I don’t care how much practice I would need, that’s impossible.” Gia wasn’t the type of person that could manage two things in her life at one time well at all. One or both always failed in some sort of fiery crash, so it was hard to fathom Andrew actually pulling off such a feat. “Big man on campus, I see. I’m not going to get attacked by any girls for attempting to strike up a friendship with such a charming senior, am I? I may have to sue if it happens.”

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“Hey now-- I may be a dummy, but at least I have a soul. Yeah, I went there. Don’t look at me like that, you started it with the name calling. But honestly, how about you just cut yours? The guys on the team wouldn’t know what hit ‘em. It’d be really funny, actually. See, Netflix is definitely a priority over homework. It just is. It’s the law. Forget college, I’m aiming pros straight out of this place. Just wait until the season starts-- I’ve got scouts coming from all over the fucking country. This is going to be a flawless season. It has to be. I would never make it in college.”

“That’s true, I don’t think I’ve been happier. Even though I’m partnered with the biggest dummy on the planet. One day I’m going to make you put a wig on and try out for the softball team so I don’t have to deal with whimps who can’t keep up. Aw, you’re proud of me. Every time I go to do my homework I… relax more and just take naps and watch netflix. Honestly we probably won’t even really need grades to get into colleges, our skills are enough. If anything, this is our vacation before the real games begin.”