"Why do you always wear black?"

"Why do you wear pink so much?"

"Why do you have so many piercings?"

"Why do you wear such cheesy earrings?"

"Why did you dye your hair?"

"Because I wanted to."

"It looks cool."

"Oh. Thanks."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Black."

"That's not a color."

"It's all of the colors."

"Why didn't you wear a dress?"

"Why did you wear such tall heels?"

"Don't you ever wear makeup?"

"Yes."

"Eyeliner doesn't count."

"Don't you ever not wear makeup?"

"Why? I like it. It's fun."

"I guess."

"Why do you keep your nails so short?"

"Because I'm a lesbian."

"What? Oh. Ew!"

"I'm joking. They're easy to manage when they're short."

"Can't someone be a lesbian and have long nails?"

"Well, ask yourself."

"Ha-ha."

"Why doesn't anyone talk about your brother?"

"He's not around anymore, so what's
the point?"

"Is it true that he..."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry."

"I get that a lot."

"Me too."

"Can I touch your hair?"

"No! That's rude. And a little racist."

"I didn't know!"

"Well, you know now."

"Did you see Jessie's post?"

"I don't follow her."

"Why not?"

"I don't like social media."

"God, you're such a recluse."

"Yeah, I prefer to lurk in
corners and scare young children."

"I'd believe it, too."

"What's that on your finger?"

"Oh. I got it with tickets in the
arcade. I won the jackpot!"

"Cool. It's plastic, right?"

"No, it's solid gold."

"Is that sarcasm I detect?"

"Do you want to keep it?"

"Oh, no. It's yours."

"Seriously."

"Okay."

"Do you want to go to the park
with me? They took down the
swing set so I want to go mourn."

"You? Moping? That's weird to
think about."

"I didn't say mope, I said mourn."

"It'll be cooler if we go at night."

"My parents might not let me."

"We can ask."

"Did you see that star?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen a shooting star
before."

"What did you wish for?"

"What?"

"It's a shooting star. You have to
make a wish."

"Done. I can't tell you what
it is, right?"

"Yep."

"Do you want me to show you?"

"Do you think we made a mistake?"

"No. Do you?"

"I don't know. My parents will
kill me if they find out, though."

"Don't tell them, then."

"You're funny."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm really scared."

"Don't be. We're okay."

"Are we?"

"Do you want to go to the arcade?"

"No, thanks. I kind of just
want to stay home tonight."

"Oh. Okay."

"Sorry."

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Do you want your ring back? I'm
afraid I might damage it."

"It's plastic."

"It's special."

"Okay."

"Why haven't you been answering
my texts?"

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't see them."

"Why are you lying?"

"I'm not!"

"You never ignored my texts until
now. And you always act funny."

"And you always act like
everything's fine."

"What?"

"I'm scared and you're not."

"I'm scared, too."

"..."

"Come here."

"Should I?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

"How are you so okay?"

"Because even if this doesn't
work, you befriended me. I
appreciate that."

"One friend doesn't make
everything okay."

"You're right. But she makes
everything almost okay."

"You make everything almost
okay, too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"When did you stop wearing pink?"

"When you made me realize
I like girls."

"Lesbians can wear pink,
y'know."

"Oh my God, really?!"