You know, I have actually thought about this moment. A lot. What would Jess say to me I ever saw him again? I mean, he just took off, no note, no call, nothing, how could he explain that? And then a year goes by. No word, nothing, so he couldn’t possibly have a good excuse for that, right? I have imagined hundreds of different scenarios with a hundred different great last parting lines, and I have to tell you that I am actually very curious to see which way this is going to go.You wanted to talk, so talk. What do you have to say to me?
dON’T TELL ME Francis and Arthur wouldn’t be that couple in high school that dramatically breaks up at least once a month and refuses to talk to each other so much that the only way for communication to happen is trough their friends exchanging their insults messages in their places (which doesn’t work out all that well either ‘cuz Spain and Port are also Not Talking more often than not) in a very We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together way, song that they undoubtedly listen to every single time btw, though they would NEVER admit it.
And then, after like, a week of giving their friends hell, they would be found fucking in the brooms closet or in the back of the gymnasium. At this point no one is even surprised.