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Heh. Why am I not surprised at the moment? You have a booty call. [Rolls her eyes while crossing her arms over her chest.] And here I thought women like me were what you looked for. Ya' know, not the ones who jump right into bed with you. Shoulda' known that was a line.

Hey, I don't expect you to be Jesus. I just expect a friend to not threaten me because of his past. A friend, Roy. Do you even know what the fuck that means? Even before I came here I didn't have many friends. And those who were, I trusted with my life. I use to trust you with my life... not anymore.

If you want this 'fixed' it's gonna' take awhile. [On the outside, it's mostly anger and sarcasm. But again, on the inside anger, fear and just the general feeling of being hurt. Badly.]

Don't! Don't twist my words against me Jo. Elle isn't just a booty call. She's just... I can't explain it, you wouldn't understand. *He does care about Elle, he just won't admit it.*

The past is a touchy subject for me Jo. Don't make me lose control again. Julie was my whole world and the only thing that stopped me from giving up on life. The one good thing in my life I could count on.

And yes I had no other friends. You try making friends when you're being tossed around in foster homes for half your life and then in the other half you're running around for your life on the streets. I was a little too busy trying to stay alive. *He calms down and takes a deep breath.*

I know fixing this will be nearly impossible. And even if it takes a while I want to try.

Yeah because I don't understand anything, right? If you like her, you just coulda' told me, then I wouldn't have.. ya' know what, never mind. Doesn't matter. Never did.

I'm sorry you had a shitty past, but don't act like you're the only one. [Jo quickly steps closer, poking his chest.] Almost everyone has had a crappy life thrown at them. So, go ahead. Get angry, screw with my head just to please yourself. Hell, kill me if you wanna', but stop acting like you're the only one with a past and problems.

Good. *He looks up and runs his fingers through his hair. He's tired of arguing.*

I know everyone here has suffered one way or the other. I get it. No need to shove it in my face. And I'm not trying to say that I'm the only one who's suffered. Godammit are you going to hold the fact I threatened you against my head forever?

... Did you seriously just ask me that? Think that sentence over and tell me which word is fucked up. Here, I'll give you a hint. It's the word that basically means you said you'd screw with my head or worse. Come on, I think you know it.

Just.. either brain fuck me or deal with us not being friends. Because it's one or the other. And hey, at least either way, I'll forget that I liked you. Hopefully.

You know what. Fine. I won't bother you again. I'll keep off your back.

You won't even know I exist.

[There was just the smallest bit of tears in her eyes, but it was for the best because she didn't know how to forgive one of the few people she thought she could trust in the house.]

Fine. Sounds good to me. Just remember though, this wasn't my fault.

Bye, Roy. [Jo turns and walks away.]

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Maybe I should get Roy a Counselor. He seems to need one.

They need friends therapy or something.

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