It could be worse: A one on one (CLOSED)

"See, you're putting the blame on me."

"Yes, I am. Well done, you noticed something that a baby could see quite clearly. You've leveled up."

"Oh shut up, Ice Queen."

"It's true."

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is. Shut up and check your Twitter. Or something."

"Okay then, don't need to be so rude when I practically saved you from dying." He said as he went on his phone.

"No, I saved us."

"Don't try to lie."

"I don't lie. People disbelieve me either way."

"That's true."

(Unsure what to do no, timeskip to when they're at their house?)

(gtg)

(Bye!)

(Hai!)

(hey!)

(Heyyyy finger guns)

(finger guns how's life?)

(Terrible.)

(why?)

Depression and the feeling that I'm being watched everywhere I go.

(oh, it's oki Srry i'm terrible at comforting ppl)

(Sorry I left! Continue?)

(sure!)

(Crud, I had to leave again. Sorry! But yeah, so a timeskip or no?

(yes plz, and it's fine)

When they got back to the flat, Samantha flopped down onto the couch, turned on the television, and lit a cigarette. "Hayden, can you get me a bag of crisps? I don't want to stand up and get it myself."

"No get it yourself, Lazy." He plopped down on the couch and went on his phone.

"Crisps. Now. The salt and vinegar flavor please."

"Nope, not happening. Wait, did Mrs. Sass finally learn how to say please?"