I-I… Uh, I wasn’t hearing, or no. I mean, I w-wasn’t listening and I didn’t hear… what you said…
I wasn’t saying anything important. Um are you okay?
Yeah, I’m smart when I want to be. I’m alive aren’t I? But it’s sweet that you care so much, makes me almost want to hug you. I tend to do that to people. Today it’s laundry detergent, tomorrow it’s zip lining. I can’t wait. It’s not rude, it’s me trying not to embarrass myself and give you the satisfaction. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Only when you want to be? Why would you not want to be smart all the time? Please don’t. I have no recollection of where you’ve been. Okay zip lining is never going to happen so get that out of your head, but maybe I’ll stop myself from cleaning the house two times a day. Maybe. I embarrass myself in front of you all the time it’d only be fair you embarrass yourself in front of me.
If you had it your way, we’d all already live in bubbles…
Exactly! There is no place safer. Unless you’re claustrophobic.
Horror movies are educational. They teach you what not to do in those situations and how to be cautious, which is great for you. Agree to disagree. People just think they have to be concerned. If they just let me do my thing and not worry so much, everything would be fine. Wow, Sophia Daniels, when did you become such a bad ass? Then I won’t let myself blush!
I hate to admit it, but there’s actually some bit of logic in your argument. You go off skinny dipping in a lake that is below zero in temperature, my concern is completely validating. I don’t know, I think you’re rubbing off on me honestly. Well that’s rude.
"Getting dragged to parties, getting piss drunk and breaking shit. That sort of idiocy. Bars are dirty, dirty places." Aiden couldn’t count the times he’d risked life and limb on a lark with his friends, running into the street and smashing beer bottles against houses. Each memory was lost in a hazy fog of alcohol, though the next morning all he knew was that none of his actions were planned by him.
Sophia’s brown hues widened a bit as he recounted his wild nights, and bad decisions. With a shake of her head and a minuscule leaving her lips she opened her mouth to speak. “Oh no, never done anything so idiotic. And the only bar I’ve ever sat at is a salad bar. How have you managed to stay perfectly intact all these years?” She asked surprised the boy hasn’t gotten some fatal injury, or incurable disease.
"I see no problem being cautious. Bet it keeps you from doing some of the stupid shit I get myself into," Aiden admitted with a grin. The ideas were usually those of his friends, but he was always a willing participant.
"Well that depends what stupid acts you’re getting yourself into?" She questioned with a slight laugh. It wouldn’t matter entirely what he said, there was a huge chance Sophia hadn’t done it, and never planned on doing it.
"I think a hospital is one place that demands pure cleanliness," he chuckled, "So you a bit of a germaphobe then?"
"And it most certainly should be," she spoke with a definite nod. "I prefer the term precarious but yeah I guess so."
Oh. Um—sure. Thank you. I’m glad I’m not the only one that carries them around.
Most people think its a ridiculous thing to carry around, but you never know when you’re going to need one. And they actually really come in handy.
Of course not… This is why I’m not one to be in complete love with secondary sources. I don’t always explain in the best way but in my head it’s sorted. Yes and I think you should know that you will be fine.
Secondary sources are sometimes good to have. There’s always two sides to a story anyway. I hope so, I mean I think I know but so many bad things can happen. My immune system could weaken.