what happens in college

Adam: "Well, how long has that been?"

Brea: "I don't know, I wasn't counting the seconds, waiting for you to get back." I rolled my eyes.

Adam: I laughed. "Hm. I think you get a point for your logic."

Brea: "Whatever."

Adam: I frowned. "Being indifferent, are you?"

Brea: "Sorry?"

Adam: I frowned. "It's fine. Why are you apologizing?"

Brea: "Because you frowned."

Adam: "Uh...I'm allowed to randomly frown if I wanna..."

Brea: "How was I supposed to know that it was random?"

(If they become a couple -- which we still need to make them! -- they'll be the type that fights like they're married)

(I KNOW, right?!
We need to make this happen again!)

Adam: "Uh...you weren't. You're supposed to guess?"

(the fighting happen again...?)

Brea: "My bad that I guessed wrong. Here, take Brea the dog." I didn't feel like walking /his/ dog anymore.

(lolllll nooooo them as a couple again.)

Adam: I took Brea the dog. "It's okay. Most people can't handle me."

(ohhh lol. hooowww? D: we've tried, like, everything!)

Brea: "Yeah, I guess I'm "most people."

(I KNOW! Breaaaaaa.... [sorry, I'm blaming her])

Adam: I frowned. "No you're not..."

(No, you /should/ blame her. She's the one who pushed for it the first time, then ended it, too. -rolls eyes and slaps Brea-)

Brea: I raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

(lollll *slaps Brea*)

Adam: "You're not like most people."

(Brea: What did I do?!
You know what you did!
Brea: Okay, maybe I do.)

Brea: "Oh? Explain."

(lol.)

Adam: I sighed. "Well, I mean...you can actually put up with me. You're here walking a puppy with me. When I screw up, you make sure I know. Most people just let me go ahead with it. But you don't."

(I think we're getting theeeeere)

Brea: I shrugged slightly. "That's how I am with everyone."

(yay!)

Adam: "Yeah. But I like that about you, Brea."

Brea: I smiled a little. "Oh, that's...nice..." I wasn't good with taking compliments.

Adam: I laughed. "It's nice? Well...it wasn't mean," I said, smirking.

Brea: "You're not usually mean." I shrugged. "You're kind of annoying sometimes, like the first time we met you were a complete -- well, never mind, not something nice. But after that you were actually pretty nice to me, and I figured out that you're smarter than you act. Oh, and you CAN be really sweet when you want to be, like when you actually went through the trouble of hanging out with Eric to show me that you weren't always obnoxious." I stopped. "Why am I saying all of this, you don't care," I mumbled.

Adam: Wow. She was rambling. Wait. So she still did care about me? Things were always a tiny bit complicated when it came to the two of us. "Brea...I do care about what you have to say," I said. "Why would you think I don't?"