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"Shut up."

"Don't."

"..."

"..."

"I said shut up."

"I'm pretending."

"Yeah, like I'm busy. Really busy with someone. And that someone knows where I am."

"There's this guy. And he's huge, like really, really huge. I think he's following me."

"Yes. It is."

"Spray painting, duh! Or do I need to have your permission for that too?"

"I know. You've never failed to tell me that."

"Walking home? And looking for a place to hide."

"I'm not rich. My father is. Also the money isn't even his. It's his damn wife's. Also you're dumb. Why would I take a car at this hour? What's the point of sneaking out if the entire house knows that someone just drove away with a car?"

"Hmm."

"Shut up. This is an emergency. And for your kind information I'm still mad at you."

"Screw you."

"..."

"What? Didn't took me one for the

artsy type?"

"I do it, occasionally. Only on the nights

I'm upset. Like, really upset. Those are the nights when I'm unable to block out my thoughts."

"Yeah."

"Don't."

"You don't know how it feels though. So you don't have the right to say sh*t. You gotta understand that I don't have a choice with all of this, contrary to what someone believes. And you need to understand that what you said, hurt."

"Well- Ahhhhhhh"

"Wh-who are y-you? Wh-wha-what do y-you want?

"Who are you? And why are you sitting under my window?"

"Uhh I'm hiding?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah."

"Is someone following you? You're not in trouble, are you?"

"No? I think?"

"Okay, maybe you should come in."

"Uh..."

"You look like you just had a heart attack, I'm sure you're hiding from someone."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Uh...So? You coming in?"

"Uh no thanks. I think I'll just wait out here."

"Want me to come outside?"

"No, it's okay. Thanks."

"Okay."

"..."

"..."

"Are you just going to stand like that by the window until I go away?"

"Yeah, I'll keep a watchful eye out for you. Wouldn't want the cops turning up at my doorstep in the morning for being the last person to see you alive."

"Uh huh."

"So, I'm Reed Sherman. What's your name?"

"I would tell you but..."

"You don't trust me, I get it. It's okay."

"Nah. I'd just have to kill you man. And it feels like a very tiring task to do right now."

"Right. Very funny."

"I know I am funny."

"Whatever you think."

"I think you're cute."

"Uh-"

"Why do you care?"

"So are you."

"Not you?"

"More of a reason to trust him, don't you think?"

"Trouble in paradise, huh?"

"There is no paradise to begin with."

"Aha! If you say so."

"Hmm."

"Hmm."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

"Red hair. Freckles. Glasses. Disheveled hair."

"Are you describing me?"

"Yeah."

"You're on call with...?"

"I don't know."

"Cool."

"..."

"I don't know."

"Let's play a game!"

"Sherman! Shh!"

"Ops! Sorry!"

"No."

"No."

"He does. I don't. End of story."

"No means no."

"Do you want to?"

"Then just stay."

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"You'd do that?"

"Excuse me, did I ask you for permission?"

"Exactly."

"Okay. Whatever."

"So?"

"Yeah, I'll come with you."

"Wait here, I'll get my keys and be out in a minute."

"Sure."