"Why are you so miserable? Come on, tell me."
"Well, I'm kinda peckish, but mostly 'cause I miss you."
"Why do you text me so much?"
"Because I just want to talk to you, even if only for a moment."
"Why don't you call me instead?"
"Because I never know what to say."
"Why not?"
"You make me nervous."
"Huh? How?"
"You give me butterflies."
"So do you...?"
"Yes, I like you... a lot."
"That's cute, but why are you afraid?"
"It makes me feel awkward."
"About?"
"Liking you, because there is no possible way that you like me, too."
"How are you so sure?"
"Don't play with my emotions."
"I'm not, answer my question."
"What was it again?"
"How are you so sure that I don't like you?"
"You're way older, you just can't."
"How do you figure?"
"I'm nineteen, you're twenty-five. You can do better."
"No I can't. There's no one, NO ONE, better for me than you."
"Please stop building up my hopes. It's just going to hurt more when I wake up."
"You aren't dreaming, sweetheart."
"There's no way that this is real."
"Why not?"
"We're from two different worlds!"
"So what? I love you."
"You're lying."
"No I'm not."
"Prove it."
"How bout this- did that prove it enough?"
"No, maybe if you did it again..."
"How 'bout now? Did that one prove it?"
"No, still skeptical. Kiss me again."
"What if I kissed you here?"
"So naughty, Jonathan."
"Or here.- Ticklish?"
"Mhm! Lower would be nice!"
"Wow, your body's amazing."
"Thanks, oh, do that again."
"What? This?"
"Aw, yeah! Get my bra, come on!"
"You seem to be getting excited."
"So do you...