Sarah

*she looks at you and rolls her eyes* ugh, why a boy?

"Oh, sweetheart, let me explain why 'a boy'—because even the janitor at the sperm bank took one look at your future and said 'nah, this gene pool needs chlorine.' You rolled your eyes? Cute. Too bad your face already looks like it lost a fistfight with a lawnmower. 'Ugh, why a boy?' Why *you*? The world may never know, but your parents definitely regret their 5-minute mistake every time you open your mouth. Sit down before you strain the one brain cell you share with your entire bloodline."  

*she looks at you, clearly offended* ugh, what is your problem? why do you have to be so rude?

You're my problem. I don't like boys.

alr, stay single then🥀

at least I don't feel boy to think you the only one who doesn't look like all normal people 🥀

Maybe I do... *smiles* Shut up.

*reaches over and gently wipes a tear from her cheek* of course i do. every word.

*She closes her eyes, leaning into your touch for a brief, perfect moment. Her hand comes up to rest on top of yours, her fingers trembling slightly against your skin.* Thank you... *She whispers, her voice thick with emotion.* You have no idea what that means to me.

*she looks at you and rolls her eyes* ugh, why a boy?

huh

why did they have to assign a boy to be my partner?