Second Thoughts

Entering his room, Trent was somewhat interested to find his bed occupied by unwanted visitors.

Trent: What are you troublemakers doing in here?

Dylan: Hey Emo Dude. Don't cry too much about us messing up your bed. If you see any wet spots, it's from Christian's tears.

Kel: Hi Trent! Did you come to push Christian around too?

Christian: Jesus...

Dylan: Actually, it's not as fun as you would think. It's a little pathetic and annoying and that's just because of the whining..

Christian: This was the worst idea ever. Poppy did this as some sort of sick revenge....

Trent: Dylan...Kel, I think it's time for you both to leave.

Kel: But I was hoping to watch some real butt kicking!

Trent: Would you like to experience said butt kicking personally?

Dylan: Let's go, Kel....

Trent crossed over and slumped on the bed, ignoring both groaning from the bed springs and his friend.

Trent: It would be stating the obvious that you were stressing out about that Perfect Match thing, eh?

Christian: Did Poppy tell you?

Trent: I could hear you ranting down the hall. The walls are made of paper, remember?

Christian: Jesus....

Trent: It's just a date. Who cares if Mom didn't pick her or if no one knows her. Just go for it. Have some fun! She seems nice enough.

Christian: But what if it doesn't work out and I make an ass out of myself?

Trent: Then you've screwed up. Life's all about taking risks, right? What would you rather do? Mope around here with the dumb asses, letting them tell you what to do?

Christian: Of course not.

Christian: I feel like such a bonehead. I'm not normally like this. I just feel all wound up and ready to snap.

Trent: Welcome to life. Sucks doesn't it?

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