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[Andy nodded her head and took a step back.] Fair enough.

[She knew a fix would keep the silence at bay for a least a day, but there was no point in begging. He hated her. Everyone hated her. Even the silence hated her. She opened her mouth to speak, considering asking one last time, but she knew it was a waste of oxygen. So instead she bit her down and bowed her head. Moving away from her. Giving him the space he desired.]

I need a sexy man and a bag of cocaine.

I..I just w-want you to l-leave me alone.

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[Andy was well aware how she looked to an outsider, how vicious and heartless she was. Yet anytime she ruined an opportunity to make a friend, somewhere deep down where the silence had yet to reach, it still stung. Waiting until he was a safe enough distance to where he couldn't hear her.] Mission accomplished. [She sighed sadly and turned on her heals. Heading back toward her room.]

Well, I don’t like to deal with bitches so I’m gonna go now. *continues to walk away*

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I'm a royal fucking bitch, but I wouldn't be this way if I didn't have to. Get me high and I bet you'll like the completely different person you meet, and if you don't I'll let you scar my face permanently. I know that isn't your thing, but I'm desperate and it's probably fair considering what a cunt I've been.

I need a sexy man and a bag of cocaine.

I’m n-not getting you high. I d-don’t think you’re fit. You have the w-worst personality in the world, and that makes y-you ugly. 

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I know I'm a bitch. It's what I'm good at.

*wipes his eyes* You’re just proving my point. I don’t care if people know.

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Oh well shocker. Looks like you're not completely useless. How about we make a deal? You get me high and I'll tell you how I stay so thin?

I mean even if you hate my gut you have to admit I'm fit.

I need a sexy man and a bag of cocaine.

I..I’m n-not bulimic… *Chews his lip, biting back tears* I’m g-going to get high… and hopefully I’ll OD.

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[Throws her cup of juice at his head.] 

Surprise. The queer runs back to his closet.

*glares* I’m done with this. *starts to walk away*

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Why so you can go throw up? Oh wait...there is no point you haven't eaten. Oh! Are you going to cut yourself?! Trust me I could help you. I'm much better at it.

That's not really your fault though. You're not good at anything.

I need a sexy man and a bag of cocaine.

I…I h-haven’t eaten in four days… *Clears his throat, looking down* C-Can you excuse me for a moment?

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How dare you talk to me like that!

*glares* I don’t want to be your friend. You only have made fun of my since we met.

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My pleasure. So tell me Griffen, have you been drinking butter? Because you look especially wide this evening. 

[Pretends that looking around him is difficult, as if he was much larger than he really was.]

I need a sexy man and a bag of cocaine.

T-Thank you…

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[Acts shocked and insulted by his words.] Well that's not how you make friends!

*glares, huffing and crossing his arms* I’m not. You’re just a bitch.

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What man would want to touch you, hm?

Maybe some chubby chasers, but they don't usually come in the sexy variety. 

I need a sexy man and a bag of cocaine.

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Well you know how women love to talk. You can't help but gossip, it's in your nature. Being a big giant lady gay and all.

I’m not! I only did it once and I never was bottom again….. I only slept with one other guy, though. Wait, why on Earth are we even talking about this? I don’t even know you.

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Mikey I can't not worry about you. Look at you, you're ripped to shreds. [Moves her fingers delicately down his arm.]

It doesn’t matter anymore, don’t worry about it..

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I knew it. You're full blown gay. [Nods her head and smirks.] Only real queers bottom.

I was just bottom once! *cries out, upset* Once!

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[Starts shaking a bit as he slides his arms around her. As if her body was  attempting to reject the affection.] I-I'm so sorry, Mikey. It'll never happen again. I promise.

I don't want you to hurt anymore..

No, it’s not. Just.. [Mikey stops there and wraps his arms around her.] I can’t live without you, Andy. 

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Ha! You're face deceives you...you have bottom written all over it.

*glares* Not. *whispers* Not always anyways. *glare deepens* No, not with women.

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It is me, Mikey. You weren't this bad. This is my fault. I fucked up your head. I'm sorry.

You're better off without me. I hurt you too much.

It’s not you, Andy.. I’ve changed. [He looks at Andy for a minute before pulling up his sleeves carefully. Once the skin was fully exposed, he looked at the ground, not wanting to gaze at the stitches that covered his arms.] I’d rather do this than talk to people anymore, Andy. It’s not normal…