TOM
BEAU

"Hey, can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course! You
kinda ditched me, you know."

"I know, I
know I'm sorry I just needed
to get my shit together"

"That's okay, I just— you
never answered my question."

"Honestly? I was expecting this
conversation a lot earlier. I'm not
exactly subtle."

"So like, they are
about me?"

". . . yes."

"I'm not gonna lie,
I'm super relieved."

"Wait? Seriously?"

"Yeah! I thought I
was sitting here pining
after someone who was into
someone else, it sucks!"

"I'm— really?"

"Yes, Beau! I like you! Like,
so much! It's unbelievable
how much I like you!"

"Holy shit! I- shit I wish
Levi was here
she'd be screaming! Tom, I
like you so much I was
so scared you didn't like
me back."

"We're both so lame I can't
believe it took us this long to
figure it out."

"I feel stupid,
honestly."

". . ."

"So, will you
like, be my
boyfriend?"

"No."

"Wait, no that was a joke that felt
mean as soon as I said it, oh
my god. Yes, yes I'd love to
be your boyfriend."

"Oh, thank god I thought
you were serious. Don't play me
like that or else you're
a bad boyfriend."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"I'm also sorry because it's kind
of late for me and I really need
sleep."

"Shit! Time
zones!"

"Yup, time zones."

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to
you in the morning?"

"For sure."

"Goodnight, Tom."

"Goodnight, Beau."