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[medals]

but you knew about them? you've known about them the WHOLE time
and i don't love them more than i love you.

[guitarpicks]

( wait where did that come from??? ) who said anything about loving anyone more than you?????

[otherbitches]

you're twisting this up! WHY?

getting to know someone else doesn't change how i feel about you! fuck, i just dragged you out of your exes room before he could eat you again! you know how i feel about YOU.

[ Insane. Deranged. They're the same fucked up little neurosis; she's a calm, reassuring weight. ]

[medals]

i know how you feel about me now.

what about in

what, three months? one? when you realise you have someone better or
saner?

[guitarpicks]

what the fuck does better mean????

i think it's pretty clear we both want you now and for the foreseeable future

and who's to say you're not going to be the one to decide to kick someone out of the party and one of us is on the cutting board?

we can't live like that-- that's not fucking fair, jem

[medals]

you know what i mean, eddie. someone

sane. prettier.

[otherbitches]

[ Meanwhile Jem has: a self-proclaimed god, a genius, and a black hole of a monster. Billy wants to tear his hair out from his own buried inferiority.

Extraordinarily less tactful than Edward: ] jem. shut up. i'm not dropping you for whatever the 'hot new thing' is. this isn't how this works.

[guitarpicks]

( not tactfully added immediately after: ) so billy and i are just the utter heartless assholes here just waiting for the chase to drop u for no good reason at all?

[medals]

that's not what i said

[lol, lmao even]

[otherbitches]

that's LITERALLY what you said

[medals]

i said what IF

[guitarpicks]

( voice due to frustration!!! ) Well it's not fucking happening so don't even think about it.

[otherbitches]

that's what you MEANT. [ Don't go to voice, don't go to voice, if BILLY goes to voice he's going to be YELLING in their heads. ]

[medals]

why am i the bad guy here when you didn't even think to tell me anything???

[guitarpicks]

you're not the bad guy! no one's the bad guy jesus CHRIST

that part i see we fucked up on and should have said shit but where the fuck did the rest of it come from?

[medals]

because why else would you not even think to tell me?

[otherbitches]

because i didn't know! I DIDNT KNOW. I don't know how to talk about this shit!

[medals]

[wavering voice: ] Say you're mine.

[guitarpicks]

because no one's wanted to even been seen with me before so i'm not used to talking about shit. i am learning how to do this and what's--- what's normal? ( shittily, he's realising. )

I'm yours, princess. No question about that.

[otherbitches]

[ He's hot all over and terribly angry, overwhelmed at how poorly this went, so suddenly.

He drags himself into voice. It's obviously thick and frenetic with everything that goes unsaid: ] You already know. You know I'm yours.

[medals]

[this helps. hearing it helps. she knows this is stupid; she knows this is hysterically insecure, that it's embarrassing, mortifying, that it's not what they signed up for.

she wishes she had her shit together. she wishes she wasn't always losing it.]

I'm yours. [theirs. ]

[guitarpicks]

Yeah, baby. Always. ( soft but certain, because that's not changing any time soon. not if he can help it. )

[otherbitches]

[ You know that, you know that, you have to know that. ] Yeah. Always.

[medals]

- I don’t know why I’m like this. Sorry - I don’t know why I’m so scared all the time.

nervous laughter about where all this is going

[guitarpicks]

Baby. Don't be--- ( sorry, scared. but he can't stop either of those. ) No one's going anywhere as long as we can help it.