*picture falls from Max’s bag. Chloe sees it* C: “ Wait, Max, a picture fell from–uh?! …Thanks, Max, nice shot!” M: “ What…?” C: “ I didn’t know you took a picture of me at the pool… I look hella sexy, here!” M: “ …Shit! Chloe, give it back!” C: “ Hahaha, no way! …Did you want to keep it for yourself?! You’re such a perv-nerd!” M: “ STOP IT, CHLOE, GIVE IT BACK! ” C: “ I could, but I want something in return… ” M: “ What the hell do you want?! ” C: “ I’ll give it to you and forget about it… but you have to kiss me. ” M: “ God, not again! ”
Nathan Prescott is not my friend. Nathan Prescott is a monster. If Satan himself crawled out of hell, landed on earth, and vowed to destroy all of humanity with a fiery apocalyptic plague, Nathan Prescott would fuck him in the ass with his own pitchfork until he bled out and died.