She dropped her phone.

"Abby? Abby, you there?"

Abiquail picked up her phone and hesitantly put it on speaker.

"HE LIKES YOU? AND HE SAID I LOVE YOU- DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!?!" She screamed into her phone.

"Dumbass, if I understood, I wouldn't come to the person that slaps reality into my face," Pollo said.

"Hey... Shut up."

"Can you help me? 'Cause I don't know if I like him back..."

Abiquail held on to something. Making sure she didn't fall down. What is happening?

She added Fiona to the call.

"FIONA, IMMA NEED A 500 PAGE INTERROGATION ON AN A PERSON."

"Why?"

"He likes Pollo."

"WHERE THE FUCK DOES HE LIVE?!?"

Pollo facepalmed as Abiquail and Fiona were discussing how to interrogate her admirer.

"You guys are so annoying..." Pollo remarked.

"Pollo likes him," Fiona blurted out.

"HEY- No- Shut up, we're not worried about that yet-"

"You like him?" Abiquail's voice went up an octave.

"THAT IS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION!"

"YOU FUCKING LIKE HIM, OH MY GOD, THIS IS LIKE A NOVELA AND I LOVE IT!"

"Do you find joy in my pain?"

"Very much, yes."

"Fuck you, Abby," Pollo sighed.

"I loooooove you!"

"Bet Pollo loves him," Fiona said.

Pollo choked on her life choices.

"I'm in- Ack! Middle school- Ugh- Love isn't real-"

"True."

"True."

"Fiona, don't you loooooove L?"

"Hey, look, we're talking about you, NO."

"No, let's talk about Fiona now."

"SHUT YOUR FACE, POLLO!"

"NOOOOO!!!!"

"Wait, I'm still getting over the fact that Pollo actually has emotions for the male human," Abiquail interrupted.

"Well, welcome to my reality."

(When you're not good at confessions and telling people things so you just write a story to "talk" to that person. Confrontation is terrifying.)