Beatrice: [Crying]
Jimmy: Hey, Beatrice, what's wrong?
Beatrice: Two things - Firstly, my cold soars are totally acting up again.
Jimmy: What? Ew, gross.
Beatrice: Secondly, Mr. Hattrick saw me writing in my diary during class and he took it and he locked it in his desk. And he says hes gonna give it to the principle tomorrow. If anyone see whats in there I will just die! It's really personal.
Jimmy: Yeah, well nothing like having the whole school know your deepest secrets. Makes your teenage years go by in a flash.
Beatrice: Yeah, well, you'll soon find out.
Jimmy: Me? Why?
Beatrice: In the diary I talk a lot about you and me.
Jimmy: What?! There is no you and me!
Beatrice: Yeah, yeah there is. See, first you rescued my notes from Mandy and then we fell in love and you brought me flowers and wrote me poetry and showed this kinder, sensitive side that soon the whole world is gonna know about. We're, like, doomed lovers.
Jimmy: Enough! Okay, I'll get your book back.
Beatrice: Then we can kiss! The cold soars aren't contagious once they start to scab over!
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Beatrice: Oh, there you are! Did you get it?
Jimmy: Yes I did. And I didn't read it. Much.
Beatrice: Much obliged.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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