Chris: look, sal, it takes a lot to get me going, but seriously. Stuff happens. Alright, they weren't legit, I didn't want em. Im gonna go... See my Kat or something.
-i spin on my heel- Shut up! Both of you! I have a hole in my calf. Had it sewn up by a crazy lady. No offense to Chris. And now this shit. And a headache from being zapped. Who are you anyways -I point at sal-
Chris: me to sal, it happens all the time. So I lie. I just lied to your faces, I've been kissed twice. That's it.
-I sigh drawing my bow. I start firing at a target six arrows landing neatly directly in the center of a red bulls eye in under 3 seconds-
-I nick my finger on the tip of my sharpest one- Today is not my day! -I set down my stuff and stalk off to find a band aid that doesn't have Elmo on it.
Chris: *sits down a bit away from the cave* those two didn't count. I was in second grade and I tripped. Then Bertha got me
-I retrieve my arrows and put them back in the quiver. I sigh and mumble just loud enough that it was audible- "No one understands..."
-my ears pick it up from across the room- Care to talk? -I settle for a barbie princess bandaid that I bet is Op's from like third grade-
-I sit down leaning against the cave wall- "Talking won't help. I just don't have anyone in my life that means something to me or cares about me."