You're at a party. It's time to face the music and admit your feelings for each other.
You're not hiding from me, are you? Good, because I will be most offended. Also, you're my only friend here.
Don't leave me. This is very rude. It's okay, I forgive you.
Only if you help me sit down. Oh, good god, I'm gravy. Why? Why do women wear stupid shoes? Why? Can you answer the question? No, me neither.
We are foolish. My poor feet. They're gonna be all swollen and meh tomorrow.
Why did I think these were a good idea? This is a bad idea. Pointy, tiny, sticky stilettos.
Garbage. I should have worn sneakers. Check a D.
What's with that face? So serious. This is a party.
And we're supposed to be young, wild, and free. Partying, socializing, being groped in the corner. What's got you so down in the dumps? And you, looking all solemn and sad and puppy-eyed.
Who's a little puppy? Sorry, personal space. Needs to work on that.
Needs to work on that. So, why? You, why so sad? You're gonna make me do it, aren't you? Mm-hmm.
You have officially been got. Suck it up, loser. You were hugged and you were loved and you were got.
Accept it, take it on the chin. Be a man. You smell good.
What, I'm not allowed to say? Well, I did. There you go.
You smell good. Like, personal hygiene and deodorant and. ..
Hug, hug, hug. Come on, get over it, I like hugging you. Because you're squishy and you're serious and deep down I know you'll like it.
Well, I do. Because it feels nice to hug somebody you love. Of course I do.
Well, maybe not always, just as a friend. Oh, shut up, you know I'm in love with you. Yes, you do, everyone does.
Okay, right, just the people with the eyes. Yes, you moron. Of course I love you.
Because I don't know why. Why do I love ice cream? Why do I love cake? And sleep and soft sheets? I just love.
You seriously didn't know? Whoa. You need glasses.
Because I've been pining for how long? I've been pining for a long time. Because I've been pining for how long? Because it's friggin obvious you don't.
You. Well, now you know. Well.
We don't have to do anything, just let it be, I'm the ether, I love you, there you have it. I don't believe in pressuring people for an answer. It is very cringe.
And not organic or authentic or romantic. And I am as romantic as an ethically sourced organic onion. And that's freaking romantic.
Oh my god. Yes, you stupid son of a beautiful woman, I'm sure. I love you.
I've always loved you. So. There it is.
What? What?