For the thousandth time, you are not sleeping on the floor. Because I'm not going to assault you, you're not going to assault me. Get in the bed.
You little goober. You're so strange. I like you very much, appreciate your decency, but I have no fear of you.
I am, however, very concerned that you're not using the Sonic the Hedgehog bedsheets that I got you for your birthday. I scoured for those bad boys. It was almost like it was back in the 90s, I had to actually look.
Couldn't just type it on Amazon and Bosch there. Because you have a double bed, and Sonic usually comes in single form. The ingratitude, the audacity.
How could you? You love them. I know you love them.
Because you love Sonic and you're not a fool. But have you put them on beforehand? And I have just not seen them.
Please tell me you have. Oh, please tell me you have, I'm so disappointed. This one, it's like, what a waste, and two, I'll have bought you a crappy gift.
I genuinely thought you'd like it. Did you? Oh, thank the gods, I don't believe it, I thought I didn't know you for a second.
So you did use my present, that's fine. I would like to see them in action, though. What's that? I just mean I wanted to see them, you couldn't even send me a photo.
Oh, the crumbs that I have to put up with in this relationship. Do better. Show me you're using your Sonic sheets, you're teased.
You better be, you're just wasting them on the hot girls that come round here. I know, they just take one look at those sheets and they're like, oh, no foreplay necessary. No, if a girl can't appreciate a little bit of cringe, is she even a girl? Is she even a woman? Is she even worthwhile? You don't need anybody, man or woman, with a stick up their arse, you need someone that can see Sonic sheets and go, so that's the kind of autism we're dealing with.
By the rules of humour, I am autistic and therefore it's fine for me to make autistic jokes. I don't break the rules, I just exploit them. I do use my Spyro sheets, thank you very much.
I send you photos of them regularly. With my Spyro plushie, with my Spyro pyjamas. You want to know why? Because I am not a coward, and I'm not afraid of making men or women horny.
Why do I just keep making everybody horny? Oh, it's your fault you gave me sugar. Pizza and coke.
Yes, well I have the immune system of a six-year-old, when you show all that inside of me it's like chemicals stewing stuff in my brain. All right, all right, all right, calming down. But seriously, you've got to let me see those Sonic sheets in action.
Next sleepover, I demand them, and if they're not there, don't worry, I'll bring my Spyro ones. Oh, where did the light go? Oh no, say it isn't so.
No, power, don't do this, we're so dependent on electricity, what will we do? You say that, but then you go, oh, the electric's out, never mind, I'll just make a cup of tea. Oh, I can't.
Okay, I'll just watch TV. Oh, I can't. Oh, okay, I'll just go on my laptop, and of course I didn't charge it.
Because I'm an electricity-dependent whore, that's why. My brain shouldn't knock this out, should it? What? No? Since when do we get thunderstorms? For God's sake.
I wouldn't have gone out if I thought that was going to be the case. Because I'm a little baby, and I don't like complicated weather. You know what I mean, complicated, like boom, bash, rah, there's no need for it.
It should just be a nice trickle of sunshine. Those are the two options. Okay, um, I guess just go to bed.
Yeah, I'm fine. And of course I didn't charge my phone, and my headphones aren't here anyway, so. Yep.
I'm okay. Bah. Why don't I have a look at the weather? I have literally all the weathers all the time on my phone.
It's like unfortunately, due to completely foreseen circumstances, I am suffering the consequences of my own laziness. I just don't enjoy thunder, okay? Because it's, I don't know, it just, it sounds scary.
You are absolutely, you don't have the courage to use your sonic sheets and you're laughing in fear of thunder. Asshole. No, it's okay, maybe it won't be too bad.
Oh, fuck you, dramatic irony. Now I'm okay. If I just hide under here, it should be fine.
It's just weather. It's just weather. It's going to happen.
And you better not be giggling your little arse off behind me. Thank you. For not being a dick and just hugging me.
Thank you. I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to use your body as an ear shield. I promise I'm not groping you, I'm just trying to block out the sound.
Yes, thank you, covering my ears is very helpful. Thank you. Huh? What did you say? Just then I thought you said something.
Oh, okay. Huh? Are you sure you're not saying anything? It sounds muffled, but it's like you're saying.
.. Thank you? You're not winding me up, are you? I don't know, it's just saying, Bella, you pussy.
Well, I have no choice but to leave you, because I was just trying not to have a panic attack, so. .. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank.
.. Thank you. Did you just say I like you? Huh? What else does thank you sound like? I don't know, it's just.
.. Thank you? What.
.. What could be like that? Pike you? Strike you? Eh? Did you? Did you say I like you? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. You can't abandon me, because I'm gonna freak out, okay? There is thunder, there is nothing to distract me, no TV, no nothing, okay? You have to.
.. You have to talk. Because I'm needy and there's no technology to calm me.
Did you say I like you? You're such. ..
A goober. Because what are you doing covering my ears and whispering I like you? What's that? No, I'm saying if you like me, don't cover my ears and whisper it.
Say it. Ears unclogged. Because this is the problem with you, you just.
.. You're so. ..
Caught up in not being a bother and respecting these boundaries, and I appreciate that. I like that you're not creepy, don't get me wrong, and that is good and, you know, green flags all the way. But there comes a point where.
.. You're just not letting yourself be yourself, and it's like. ..
Freaking use the sonic sheets. Because you like them and there's nothing wrong with liking them. Just like there's nothing wrong with liking me.
I think. Well, some might call it odd, but, you know. ..
An acquired taste is still a taste. No, actually, no, no. Bad me, no self-deprecation in a time like this, okay? Just.
.. If you like me, tell me. Because I'm not doing this anime protagonist bullshit of like, oh, I whispered it and she didn't hear.
No. If you like me, have the appropriate inner fortitude to tell me. Okay? I am still scared, but I'm also.
.. Fired up, because here we are, having the most ridiculous. ..
Almost anime-like conversation of, oh, they whispered it, but they didn't hear. It's like, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
And there's a thunderstorm going on and I'm being vulnerable when I'm usually quite confident. It is textbook. They should just talk about it, so let's just talk.
Did you say you like me? Do you mean it? In what way do you like me? Like you.
.. Want to hold hands and. ..
Kiss? Say that. Because how will you ever know how I feel if you never just.
.. Tell me. No, don't tell me how I feel, just.
.. Okay. Do you like me? Do you want me to like you? Right.
At least we're on the same page. What do I mean? What do you think I mean? I.
.. I thought you just. ..
I thought you just saw me as this sexless sidekick who was just. .. Content with the occasional hug and.
.. You know. ..
Flirty leg touch. And I didn't want to push anything because, you know, you're shy. It takes you a long time to come out of your shell and I didn't want to make you feel awkward or obliged, so.
.. Yeah, sue me. I didn't say anything either.
Because I didn't want to make it uncomfortable and you feel like, oh, we can't be friends now. I like being your friend. I'd rather be your friend than not have you at all, so.
..