what happens in college

Adam: "Fine. You give me one."

Brea: "I'm not that creative."

Adam: "Well...give it a shot."

Brea: I sighed. "I don't know."

Adam: "Pick something or I'm going to count gold diggers."

Brea: "Fine, count gold...diggers..." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "But you already did that."

Adam: "That was a long time ago though..."

Brea: "Well, then go ahead and do it again."

Adam: "Tomorrow," I said. "For now...let's talk."

Brea: "About what?" Ugh. I still had no idea what to talk about, and the whole outside-inside thing he'd come up with yesterday hadn't worked.

Adam: I shrugged. "I don't know. We'll think of something. Or we can just sit here."

Brea: "That's weird, to just sit here."

Adam: "It's only weird if you make it weird."

Brea: "Well I'm making it weird."

Adam: "Well, that's your loss. I'm perfectly fine with just sitting here."

Brea: I sighed.

Adam: "If you do want to talk about something, though...tell me one of your pet peeves."

Brea: "Obnoxious boys who hit on waitresses who have no patience because of lack of sleep, and find it amusing."

(there should be a bunch of dashes, but I'm too lazy >.>)

(hahaha.)

Adam: I frowned. "You're not talking about me, are you?"

Brea: I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I am."

Adam: I laughed. "Fine. How about another one?"

Brea: "That's all I can think of right now - oh wait, fake blondes."

Adam: I laughed. "I'm not a fake blonde. Promise."

(what does Adam look like? lol I forget)

Brea: I smiled slightly. Darn, he was getting to me a little...."Good, you only fit one- of-two pet peeves."

(Blond hair and I think I decided his eyes were blue.)

Adam: I laughed. "Do you have any other pet peeves?"