I’ll take both of those… or maybe just the last one. I can do without so much of the sarcasm, I already got enough of that on my own, thanks. Well… thanks? Leave the splurging to me, I’ll have to do it for you eventually. I’m eighteen now so that means I probably can.
No, no, I’m doing it out of my own want to change my birthday, it’s not in any way connected to you. Geez, Kenn, way to be narcissistic. Is that how we’re describing it now? Fun? I mean, it was, but it sounds weird calling it fun. I think it depends on the delivery. You got to make sure you say it right.
Isn’t that what makes us so compatible? Our outstanding sarcasm abilities? I suppose we can tip the scales in favor of the sex today, only ‘cause I think you’re pretty cute. It’s actually kind of stupid and you’re probably not going to want it so maybe we’ll pretend it doesn’t exist. You don’t have to do anything.
Narcissistic is my middle name. Kennedy Mila Narcissistic Salvatore. Should we call it something else? I figured ‘fun’ covered all the bases. Well I’ll be surprised if you manage to make it sound right.
No particular reason aside from wanting to be stubborn. Unless your companionship is worthy of my time.
I have a bunch of things I want that are basically the same as what I want any other day of the year, but some of them are impossible so I’m trying to keep my aim low. You didn’t have to actually get me anything.
Sorry, let me have my birthday legally changed for you then. Is that allowed? If you say so. Are we doing the third person thing again because the last time we did that, well… things got out of hand. We’ll try?
Had I the means, I’d mark off the whole list for you but unfortunately all I have to offer is sarcasm and sex. Maybe, maybe not. I did anyway. It’s not much, if you’re thinking I splurged on you or whatever.
I appreciate the effort. Perhaps. But things got out of hand in a way that was really fun for the both of us, so I don’t really see any issue there. I hope you realize joking about a breakup is less funny than knock knock jokes.
I will if you buy me condoms.
I’m not that old. I reached eighteen at least so that’s something. Right now I’m just wondering how it’ll feel like to break up with someone on your birthday if that someone is being cheeky… is that even allowed?
That’s what you want for your birthday? I guess I’ll have to get rid of what I actually got you.
For a fleeting moment we were the same age and then you had to ruin it. It’s everything. That someone is always cheeky and thinks the birthday boy shouldn’t expect anything less. Let’s not find out how that feels, thank you.
Guess I’m eighteen now.
Buy me cigarettes.
Happy birthday. How does it feel to be old?
I don’t even have a boyfriend, so what’s my excuse? Ah,I’ve been working at Song’s, in the mall, for a while- it’s a lot of folding shirts and scanning coupons, but it’s a good job. And I’ve got a route a couple days a week, but I’m hoping to find another part-time, at least for the summer. Are you working anywhere?
That’s your excuse obviously. Mine is my boyfriend, yours is your lack of one. It goes both ways. That’s… a lot of jobs. And now you want another one? Now I understand the coffee dependency. No, I don’t have a job. Which now that I’ve heard you’re holding down three and want a fourth makes me feel incredibly spoiled.