That’s scary. …You got my records? I’m pretty positive that’s not legal, what the hell? I got a B in freshman english, you jerk. It was anatomy that kicked my ass. Okaaay, have fun and bring me food. Tell Princess happy birthday for me, even if she hates me. Yeah, well, still doing it, sooo. Even if I got you mutant roses at the airport.
It probably isn’t, but Hope did it. I had nothing to do with this. Yes, a B. Which I was disappointed with, mhmm. Just tell me what food you want and I will bring it home for you. I’ll tell her you said that, love. Mmmm, finee. The roses were still nice, though.
Who the hell did she call, why? That’s fucking scary, no one in America knows my middle name except maybe people I went to school with and people from my first job and…how did she know who to call. I’m pretty scared right now, not going to lie. I can cover them up for you if you want, babe. You do need to get going though. Welll, I’ll surprise you with flowers tomorrow then, yeah?
…maybe some people at UCLA or something. You know. Routine Hope Solo being creepy and protective and stalking anyone that I mention in conversation. Disappointed with your grade in freshman English, by the way. Mmm, no time for covering. I have to go, but I love you and I’ll be back soon and things and will probably be talking to you the entire time anyway. You don’t have to do that, you know.
You arrre. …What? What the fuck, Kris, who told you, now I’m scared. Yes, I like the red one. You look very good in the red one. Cover up those hickeys though. Welll I’m going to guess for you and Princess, so.
…Hope possibly called a few people to ask questions about you and things and your middle name is just one of many random things that I know about you. Red is good. Also, I don’t really care to cover them right now. They can deal with it. Well, I’d like anything you got me anyway, sooo.
You areeee though. Uh huh. Weirdo. What? Who told you? Who the hell knows my middle name…? I like them on you. You look good in dresses. I like that red one you have. You posted a picture of it for Charlotte. Nahh, not really. You just have to know what people like.
I’m nooot, thouuugh. People told me. Well, not me. More like Hope, but. This is an irrelevant conversation and doesn’t need to happen. Mhmm. I look okay in them, I guess. The red one. I can wear that one, I think I brought it. Mhmm. Well, I never know what people like unless they tell me, so.
You’re ridiculous, I hope you know that. You already admitted to creeping through my pictures, weirdo. Baaaabe, come on. Did someone tell you or something? Did I tell you at one point and I don’t remember? Or are you just being a weirdo and acting like you know it but you really don’t? Yes, yes, yes. I like you in dresses. Yep, sure am. I think I’ll get pink roses for Princess. Daisies for Syd and something else for youuu. I am not, I’m just going flower shopping, mhmm.
I’m not ridiculous at all, mhmmm. Yeah, I did creep through your pictures, but that was only because I stole your laptop because I was too lazy to get my own. Yes, someone told me. That one. I’m not the most fond of dresses, but I don’t mind theeem. Aw, cute. I don’t think I’ve ever been flower shopping. Sounds like a lot of work.
Stubborn all the time. Including now. Because you know my middle name when I don’t think I’ve ever told you it when I just know yours because you’re like…famous and things. Did you like…creep through my things or something, like? No, really, how do you know it? Yes, they are healing nicely, I agree. Dress maybe? Yes, yes it does. I’ll go get them tomorrow along with Syd’s daisies and your flowers.
Stubborn never the time. Not even now. I maybe don’t remember you telling me, exactly, no. What? No, I don’t creep through your things, that’s weird. Besides, I’m pretty sure that whenever I’m at your place, I’m too distracted for creeping. I just know. Because reasons. And things. Dress, yes, I have a few of those that will suffice. Aw, you’re going flower shopping tomorrow? You’re cuute.
Stubborn all the time. I know I am, it’s cool. Exactly. You know mine, so that makes you weirder than me. By the way, how do you know mine? I know you don’t do it, goof. I was just saying whhyyy I shouldn’t make you take this advil, mhmm. Okay, good. I just worry and things, you know. It’s cool. I’ll go to a florist and get her flowers or something, mhmm.
Stubborn never of the time. I love you anywaaay. How does that make me weirder than you? I just happen to have stumbled upon the information. You don’t want to know, though. Oh, yes, yes. Right. Well, I know that you worry a lot and things, but I promise you don’t have to. It’s all good. I’m fine and these are healing up nicely. I also don’t know what to wear out tonight, shoot. Ooh, she likes bright coloured flowers, if that helps.