Your phone is ringing.
Planning on answering it?
I hate you.
You've been in this country for four fucking days, bro, and you've already left some kind've mess behind you—where's your fucking shame?
I mean, I've apologised, but apparently that's not good enough, so...
I don't want to know.
But aren't you an adult now?
Meaning shouldn't you know who to fuck and who not to fuck now?
When Cas gets back here I'm going to laugh at you with him.
Gimme my ten bucks now.
Incidentally, I can't believe you made that bet.
We're not talking about me.
How I accepted that you're a flawed individual who sometimes makes poor choices.
I want you to remember that.
You really fucked up, didn't you?
It was this moment where all obvious logic fled me.
You ever feel like you're still in high school sometimes?
Is that right doctor Peek?
But, y'know, outside that kind of shit, no, it's not really like school.
Are you kidding?
Every job I've had is cliques and drama. You never escape the he said, she said, like, not like, cool, uncool, fucked up mentality that was being a teenager. Some days High School was just like this testing ground for the rest of your fucking life.
It totally is.
I'll give you an example. Every relationship I ever had is about fucking ownership, because that's what that first bit of love is, you know? It's owner-fucking-ship. It's wanting to possess something so badly that it cannot exist without you.
It's the desire to consume the individual.
Answer your phone then.
It's ringing again.
Take a look behind us, at what Cas is doing.
Are you fucking listening to me?
On the surface, a good thing to do in a relationship.
But what lurks deep within that desire to call is to continually re-establish ties with her, to make sure she remembers who she is owned by, who is her lord and master—
It's so easy to play you sometimes, bro.
What's she like, anyway?
She sounds awesome.
What's her thing with you, anyway?
Like, clinically, y'know?
A couple of weeks ago, she had one of her friends look me up on facebook and start talking me. Never met her, nothing like that, and the next thing I know she's telling me that we have a lot in common, and that Charlie thinks we would make good friends.
And yet the one thing that pisses you off quicker than anything else is people thinking they know you.
You shouldn't be shallow, bro.
They just not my thing.
Okay, okay, tell if this true: did she really move in with Cas?
Well, you keep turning down her friends and you might make her push a little harder.
You never heard of the push?
No, this one is real.
See, a girl, she gets to a certain point in her life, and she meets a guy, and it's all about settling down, about starting something. Something to give life purpose. I'm not saying that guys don't do this, because they do, but I'm a girl, and I understand the push from my side. I understand what it's like to find a guy and think, Yeah, this is fucking going to stay, and deciding that a couple of weeks into it, of telling yourself that you're in love, and then starting to move everything round in his life so that it's what you want.
That's the push. Pushing everything into place.
No, this one—this one I've done twice.
Remember Josh and Daniel?
I was engaged twice, Ben.
Phone's ringing again.
We just both jaded old cynics, aren't we?
But what you going to do besides live with it?