Text: We’ll always be friends Tins. But. I need you to really think about what you want okay? I need you to find out who you want and make it happen. I’m going home. I ran away thinking I’d find what I wanted here, But I haven’t. So I’m going back.
I don’t think we can be friends anymore. I mean you think birds are cool.
I feel deja vu. You must really hate birds.
Maybe if you’re high enough it could happen, your car might be a giant pumpkin carriage too.
Yeah, No. I don’t get high. Drunk maybe, not high.
So you just left them? Great teaching skills you’ve got there, Cam. And, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a brunette now. But…nothing much. Just going through a routine.
I left them with the helper, don’t you worry kid. I see the hair change, You look hot but I might still call yah blondie. Mm. Looks good from what I can see.
Maybe you have to sing to them?
I’m a dancer, Sweetheart. Not a singer.
Because you’re not Cinderella, Cameron. Duh. Birds are disgusting.
Birds are cool until they become fucking pricks.
The real question is how come Cinderella can get birds to help with her chores, and the only thing I get is poop on my car?
Text: It was i guess. Sorry.
Text: I know..
Text: I’m sorry, I’m paranoid this isn’t gonna work out. I know I seem like I don’t care but I don’t want you to leave.