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Dahlia's outfit:

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Cora's outfit:

Dahlia's POV

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"Wake up, baby girl. I got you some breakfast!"

My eyes fluttered open and it took me a few seconds to register the fact that Billie was standing over me, holding a tray full of delicious-looking breakfast food. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as she placed the tray on my lap and then sat down beside my feet, smiling brightly at me.

I stared at the food for a few seconds before taking the tray off of my lap, sitting it on the other side of the bed, and then throwing the covers off of me. I stood up and let out a small yawn before walking toward the bathroom.

"Baby, listen, I know you're mad—"

I slammed the door shut before she could finish her sentence. I felt a little guilty as I heard my friends groaning as the noise woke them up, but whatever. They were all gonna be up in a few minutes anyway.

I don't feel like talking to Billie right now. She didn't give a shit about anything I had to say last night, so why would I talk now? I don't have anything to say to her anyway.

I slowly brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on a face mask, pissed, took off the face mask, and then paced around as I tried to figure out how else to kill some more time.

Unfortunately for me, Caden started banging on the bathroom door not long after I started pacing. "Yo, I gotta piss!"

I wanted to tell at him to use the other bathroom, but I knew I had to come out eventually so I let out a small sigh and then went over to the door, swinging it open and stepping to the side as Caden rushed in and yanked down his pants.

"Bro, ew!" I screamed, covering my eyes. "You could've waited for me to leave!"

"Little Cade couldn't wait that long." He chuckled.

I walked out and closed the door behind me, sighing as I saw that Billie was the only one left in the room. I guess everyone else decided to go down for breakfast or something.

The food on the plate that Billie had fixed for me was gone, so I figured that Caden had spotted it.

"I know I fucked up and I'm really sorry about it." She started. I rolled my eyes as I went over to my suitcase and quickly yanked out the first outfit I saw. "I was totally wrong for assuming that you cheated on me just because of some stupid picture. I should've talked to you about it instead of being so mean to you and then letting another girl hang all over me."

I wonder if this top would go well with my tan sandals? I have high heels that would match perfectly with this outfit, but today is not a high heel day.

"And I'm really sorry for snapping at you when you were trying to talk to me about how you were feeling. I'm sorry for not giving you the attention that you deserved too."

Damn, this outfit is really cute, but I'm gonna have to do my fucking makeup if I wear it...I haven't worn red lipstick in a while.

Is today a red lipstick day?

"I completely understand you being pissed at me. You have every right to be, but please, just talk to me!"

Okay, but what am I gonna do with my hair? I've literally worn my hair down, like, every day since we've been on this trip. Other than the camping trip, when it was braided occasionally.

My hair is naturally wavy, but maybe I should give it a nice curl? I don't think this is a curly hair outfit though...Straight hair would look cute but it'd never last in this heat. It'd get wavy again in mere seconds. Definitely not worth the effort.

I don't want braids either...Ponytail? I mean, I haven't worn a ponytail in ages, but this isn't the outfit for it. Maybe I should google some hairstyles.

But should I? I don't want anything fancy. I should just comb it and call it a day.

"Dahlia, whatever you want me to say or do, I will. I'll do it. I just want you to talk to me again. You've never done this before. You've never just...Not talked before. I can't deal with that! Fucking scream at me if you want to, that's fine. I just need to know what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking about French braids but I don't wanna go through the trouble." I mumbled.

"What?"

I stripped my pajamas off and threw them into the hamper before heading toward the bathroom. I knocked harshly on the door and rolled my eyes as I heard Caden grunt.

"You better not fucking be jerking off in there! Get the fuck out, I need a shower!"

"How the fuck could I jerk off with your ugly ass anywhere near me? Trust me, my dick could never get hard with you around."

He swung open the door open and huffed before letting out a high pitched scream and closing his eyes. "Jesus Christ, put some fucking clothes on!"

I pushed past him and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

***

"It's a nice rose, isn't it?" Billie smiled hopefully as she handed me the rose she'd snagged from a nearby bush. I looked at it for a few seconds before shoving it into Cora's hands.

"Aw, so romantic. Thanks so much, Bil." She teased, snickering loudly as Billie snatched it back and told her to fuck off.

"So, I was thinking today could be like a sister bonding day? We could go somewhere and eat and then find something to get into." I shrugged.

"Why? What's wrong? Is everything okay at home?" She questioned sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "I just think me and you could use a little quality time together."

"How are we gonna go anywhere alone? Our only transportation is this bus." She tried.

"Ever heard of Uber?" I smirked. "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Whatever. You're buying everything." She told me before walking off.

"That's really nice," Billie said. "I hope you guys have a...Good time..." She drifted off as I walked away in the middle of her sentence.

"Hey, I know that it's supposed to be just you and your sister, but do you mind if we tag along?" Cadence asked as she and Jules came to stand in front of me. "We're having relationship issues too, so..."

"I don't mind! It'll be fun. But Jules, I thought you were single." I tilted my head at her.

"I am. That's the issue." She grumbled.

"What are you guys gonna be up to today?" I asked, turning to Ori.

"Most of us are going to a place called the big play center. Golf, laser tag, go-karting. It's gonna be great!" He grinned.

"Sounds like a lot of fun. I hope you guys have a great time!" I smiled.

"Yeah, you too."

"I'm sad you're missing out on the laser tag." Ken pouted at me. "I would've loved to kick your ass in it."

"You wish." I rolled my eyes.

We all stood around chit-chatting for a bit before I remembered that I left my coupons up in the hotel room.

I found some coupons online for a lot of the places I wanted to go and printed them out. I'm all about saving money so...I really need those.

I practically sprinted back into the hotel and quickly ran to the elevator, pressing the button a few times. I need to hurry because the Uber is gonna be here in just a few minutes.

Once the doors opened, I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button again. Just as the doors were about to close, Billie glided in. Just my luck.

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms and staring up at the ceiling to avoid looking at her.

"Dahlia, come on. This is ridiculous! You need to talk to me." She stood in front of me, way too close. "I said I was sorry about yesterday. What else do you want me to say?"

She waited for a few moments but continued after I didn't say anything. "I trust you, D. I promise I do! I trust you more than I trust most people! It's just that when I saw that picture—I mean, it just looked so much like you and I just fucking—I was just mad as hell and I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't take the time to see whether or not it was really you, I didn't question Liza about it even though I obviously should've."

I pushed past her once the elevator doors opened and smiled politely at a family that I passed by as I walked toward our room.

"I know I was a bitch yesterday, but I really think you're being unfair right now. What the hell do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg you to forgive me for making a fucking mistake?" She questioned.

I slid the key card into our room door and opened it quickly, going to look through my suitcase which was still on the bed.

"It's not like you've never overreacted before. That's literally all you do!" She chuckled and poked my side, but I quickly moved away from her and continued trying to find my coupons.

Coupons which should've been close to the top of all the stuff in this suitcase, but they're not. Literally where the fuck are they? If somebody stole my coupons I will set this fucking hotel on fire!

"Remember that whole situation with Luna? Remember when you heard me talking on the phone with her and thought that I was cheating?"

Completely different. That shit was sketchy as fuck and she knows it. I had every right to believe she was cheating based on that stupid phone call.

"I wasn't mad at you when you assumed that I was cheating! I just explained what happened and then everything was all good again, remember?"

Completely. Different.

"Why can't it be like that now? How come when I fuck up you hold a grudge but when you fuck up we just talk about it and move on?!"

Well, I tried to talk about it and move on yesterday but she didn't fucking want to. Where the actual fuck are my coupons?!

"Oh my fucking god, Dahlia! Here! Can you pay me attention now?!" She yelled, pulling coupons out of her huge ass pockets and shoving them into my hands.

I stared at them, then back at her, then back at them.

This bitch. She really fucking stole my coupons. And then made me come all the way up here, knowing damn well that she had them the whole time. So this is how she's trying to make up with me? By stealing my good deals and forcing me to exercise? Wow.

I shoved all the coupons into my purse and then held my hand out so she could give me more. I know damn well those aren't all of them.

She sighed as she pulled more out of her pockets. We stood there for a whole minute doing that. Her snatching them out of her pockets and me shoving them into my purse.

"That's all I have—Oh, hold on—" She took her shoe off and took some out of there too. I cringed as she handed them to me. "Okay, that's all I have. Now can we talk?"

I fluffed my pigtails—Yes, I decided to go with pigtails because they're simple but super cute—and then walked away from her and out of the room.

"I fucking love you, bro. Say it the fuck back before I cry." She huffed as I walked into the already opened elevator.

I waited impatiently for it to close as she came in with me.

"Dahlia Jane Delilah Doe," She growled lowly. "Say you love me or so help me God, I will sing 'Mr. Lonely' at the top of my lungs right in the hotel lobby as soon as we get down there."

I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my foot impatiently. This elevator is slow as shit. I feel like I should've just taken the damn stairs.

"Girl, quit playing, you know you love me." She said in a weird voice. I tried to tune her out so I wouldn't laugh at any of her shenanigans.

"Seriously, how do you want me to make it up to you? You want me to eat your ass or something? I will. I'll slurp it like it's some noodles. I'll chomp on it like it's a fucking sandwich."

I'm fucking disgusted and also two seconds away from laughing. Think of dead dogs, Dahlia. Think of dead dogs.

Thankfully for me, the elevator doors opened a few seconds later and I practically sprinted out, snickering as soon as I was away from Billie, who was already scream-singing Mr. Lonely.

When I got outside, the Uber was just pulling up. I quickly went over to get into it.

"I'm here and I have my coupons!" I yelled.

***

Billie's POV

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After Dahlia and all my friends left, I decided to sit by the hotel pool and spend my day moping. I told everyone that I was feeling sick so I could stay at the hotel while they went to the big play center.

I paid a member of the hotel staff to keep everyone out of the pool area so that I could sit out here in peace, but after just a few minutes of lounging around, a voice cut into my peaceful sorrow.

"Yo, the fuck are you doing?"

I opened my eyes and looked up after hearing Kit's voice. She sat in the chair next to me and I let out a small sigh before taking another hit of the blunt I'd brought with me.

"Sulking by the pool. You?"

"Wishing I was playing laser tag with everybody else." She chuckled.

"Why didn't you go?"

"Sad bitch hours are apparently early morning to late afternoon for you, so I had to stay and keep an eye on your ass. Can't let you get high and sulk all by yourself, can I?" She said as she leaned over and snatched my blunt.

She made herself comfortable in her chair and groaned as she blew the smoke out. "Good shit."

"I fucked up with Dahlia. She's really mad at me right now." I told her.

"Nah, for real? Never would've guessed that shit. You know, with all the hugging and kissing and shit that I witnessed this morning." She mumbled sarcastically. "What'd you do?"

"I thought she was cheating on me because of a picture, but spoiler alert, she wasn't. I spent all of yesterday being an absolute bitch to her, and I let some random ass girl sit on my lap and talk about how much she wanted to fuck me for, like, three fucking hours, one of which, Dahlia was there to witness." I explained.

She let out a low whistle. "Damn, it's almost like you want your relationship to end."

I narrowed my eyes at her and she simply shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know what to do. She's really fucking pissed at me and she won't even talk to me!"

"Tough shit." She said simply before taking another hit. "You got another one of these?"

"Did you stay behind to comfort me or to smoke up all my blunts?" I questioned.

"Both. Mostly the blunts."

"Bro, I swear to god—"

"Listen, shorty, I don't really know what to tell you." She cut me off quickly. "I'm not good at comforting bitches. I'm just here to make sure you don't do some stupid shit, like, get way too high and fall in the pool and drown or something."

"What would you do if you were in this situation? I mean, how would you handle this? This is all new territory for me. It's just different. She's not talking to me." I said once again.

"Yeah, you mentioned that," She sighed. "I don't know, man. Do something all cutesy or something. A thousand fucking rose petals on the bed, some shit like that. I don't know, girls love that shit."

"I tried to give her a rose earlier and she just gave it to Cora. I think if I cover our bed with rose petals she'll ask to switch beds with Cora." I grumbled.

"Take her on a date, serenade her ass or some shit. Propose. I don't know." She coughed as she handed my blunt back. "Or you can just wait this shit out. She can't give you the silent treatment forever."

"What if she can, though? She's pretty stubborn..." I muttered. "I know this may not seem like too big of a deal, but I'm really scared about this. We broke up one time before and it was the worst thing I've ever been through. I can't do that shit again. I need her. If she breaks up with me I don't know what I'm gonna do!"

"If she was gonna break up with you she probably would've done it by now. She's just mad at you. She's just making you sweat."

"Maybe." I mumbled.

She sighed as she scooted down in her seat a little. "Look, I wish I could be more help, but I don't know what to say in these situations. I really don't know shit about relationships other than how to fuck them up. Only thing I can tell you is, whenever one of my girls used to get mad at me, I'd do whatever I could to get us to a point where they wanted to fuck, and then we did. And that was that. That solved shit for about...Ten seconds. I don't think that's the way to go about this, but that's my contribution. That's all I know to do."

I played with my rings for a little after handing the blunt back to her and let out a small breath as I stared at the pool. It was pretty large and the water was so clear and pretty. I wanted to dive in since it's so damn hot out here, but I think I'd enjoy it too much.

I don't deserve to go swimming in this big ass, empty ass pool and have a good fucking time while Dahlia is so mad at me. I'll just sit here and get a sunburn and suffer. It's what I deserve.

Okay, well, I don't actually feel like dealing with a sunburn so...I'm gonna get some sunscreen in a bit. But it's the thought that counts! At least I'm mentally willing to burn for my baby.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked after a while. "You have to promise not to tell Dahlia."

She stared at me blankly and blew her smoke in my face, and I took that as a yes.

"I...I've been kinda snappy with her lately because I'm really fucking anxious all the time. I'm kinda...I'm doing something that I know she wouldn't want me to do and I'm trying to keep her from finding out about it. I know I've been acting fucking weird with her and sooner or later she's gonna start asking me questions and I'm really not ready for that."

"Yo, please tell me you're not cheating on shorty. Dahlia's a bad bitch, she don't deserve for you to be running around on her like that. I mean, shit, I know I can't talk but—"

"No, I'm not cheating on her!" I shook my head quickly. "It's just...I don't know." I sighed.

"You on drugs? I can't chill with no crackheads, bro."

"I'm not on drugs." I rolled my eyes.

"You selling drugs?"

"No."

"Making drugs?"

"Bro, no!"

"You human trafficking? Tell me you're not selling bitches on the black market—"

"I'm not fucking selling people, Kit, damn!"

"Alright, well, if you're not cheating and its got nothing to with drugs or selling people then it can't be too bad." She shrugged.

"It's not the worst thing in the world it's just...I would tell her about it but she'd just freak out and I don't wanna deal with it. But keeping shit from her is hard. I don't like it." I mumbled.

"Honesty is key if you're not a good liar."

"What?" I blinked at her.

"If you're shit at keeping secrets then just be honest. If you're good at keeping secrets then I guess...Keep the secret?" She raised her brows before letting out a sigh. "Listen, you really can't expect any good advice from me. I'm tryna tell you bitches, I be fucking shit up. Don't listen to my ass, like, ever. Especially after I'm done smoking a fat blunt... Seriously, you got another one of those?"

I rolled my eyes and lit up another one before handing it to her. She took a big hit before smiling. "Yo, all I can tell you is don't fuck shit up with her. Dahlia's a real bitch. Y'all are good together."

"Thanks. This talk has been so helpful." I grumbled.

"Suck my dick." She flipped me off.

"I've been trying, bitch."

***

Dahlia's POV

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"—I mean, nobody is that fucking oblivious. He knows those bitches are flirting with him and he should know by now when I'm mad at him, but it's like he's clueless. I love the guy, but sometimes I wanna punch him in the throat and call it a day." Cadence ranted before shoving more Mac and cheese into her mouth.

"I think he's just too nice. He doesn't wanna be mean to those girls and tell them to back off. He doesn't seem to like hurting people's feelings, so he just lets them flirt. Seriously, he only sees you, and that's why it doesn't matter to him what they say or do. He just wants to be with you and he probably assumes you know that and so he lets them flirt." I shrugged.

"Yeah, plus, I noticed that when he gets uncomfortable his English gets a lot choppier and his accent gets thicker. Maybe he doesn't say anything because he literally doesn't know what to say?" Jules tilted her head.

"Maybe...I thought about that too, and that's why I started cussing bitches out for him." Cadence rolled her eyes. "But then when I do that he gets mad and tells me to stop being mean."

"Maybe he wants you to speak up for him, but, like...Not in a super rude way." Cora chuckled.

"Maybe." Cadence sighed. "Maybe not. He secretly likes that shit. Gets him going." She smirked.

"Ew," I mumbled. Thinking about her having sex is so gross. She's like my sister. "Alright, your time to spill tea, Jules. What's up?" I turned to her.

We're currently in this cute little restaurant which has amazing burgers and even better Mac and cheese. We decided to have a little 'therapy' session while we're here and I've gotta say, it's been great. Just sitting and talking. Simple, but really nice.

"Well, it's hard for me to get into relationships because...You know, I'm trans and people around here are small-minded." She rolled her eyes. "But I was talking to this one guy for a few months and he was the closest I've ever come to having a real relationship with a guy, but there were some major red flags when it came to him. I stopped talking to him last month and I really miss him, but I just feel like I deserve someone better."

"But then again, it's not like I have a huge variety of guys to choose from. I mean, I'm lucky if I can find someone who doesn't call me a tranny and run away from me if they see me in public. Guys will talk to me on the down-low all the fucking time, but they don't want anything to do with me when we're out in public. It's so fucking shitty. The guy I was talking to didn't mind being in public with me, though, and that's literally the thing that made me give him a chance despite the fact that he honestly wasn't all that great of a guy."

"I really like him, but there's just some shit that he says and does that I can't deal with it. I had to end shit...But again, I don't really get to be picky. I honestly think that he's the best I'm ever gonna find and I should just accept all his problematicness and be with him. I'm just in constant conflict with myself over him." She sighed.

"Jules, you should not have to settle for being with some mediocre dude just because you're trans. I can't even pretend I know what it's like to be you and to have to deal with the shit that you deal with, but I know it has to be a huge struggle for you to find someone willing to accept you for who you are. It's hard for everyone to find someone like that. Even harder when you're 'different'." I smiled sadly at her.

"All that being said, though...There's someone out there for everybody. Somebody's eventually gonna come along and sweep you off your feet and treat you like the absolute queen that you are. Don't settle for the bare minimum. You're too amazing for that." I grinned, reaching over to pat her hand.

"Don't make me cry in this bitch." She mumbled, looking down as she placed a hand on her face to cover her smile. "Thank you."

"No problem, gorgeous."

"Dahlia's totally right, you know? You're literally amazing and although you'll never find anyone in this world who's anywhere near as dope as you, you will find someone who comes pretty damn close!" Cadence grinned.

"Yeah! Have you tried tinder?" Cora asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think she's gonna find a magical guy on tinder."

Cora merely shrugged before shoving some of her sandwich into her mouth.

"What about you? How are you handling your first breakup?" Cadence asked softly.

Cora shrugged. "I mean, at first I was totally bummed about it, but now I'm honestly doing okay. I actually kinda feel bad about the fact that I'm not crying or screaming into my pillow or something. I was really upset when we first broke up, mostly just because I know that the only reason we did was because she liked somebody else and that really hurt my ego, but she was kinda right. I was being a total hypocrite."

"I'm honestly really into Hayes," She said, causing me to mentally groan. "I guess our feelings for each other just kinda...Vanished. Sad, but whatever."

"This Hayes guy...Isn't he a little older than you?" I questioned, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah, he's a sophomore. I mean, well, a junior now." She shrugged. "But I really like him. He's interesting and he's all mysterious and shit. I honestly didn't plan on talking to him that much but I just can't stop. Everything he says is interesting and I just wanna know more about him."

"Aw!" Jules and Cadence cooed.

"Cute," I grumbled. "But, like, what are your intentions with him? More importantly, what are his intentions with you?"

"I don't know." She answered honestly. "We've been talking about hanging out whenever we get back from this trip—"

"Hanging out? What do you mean by that? Hanging out where? In public, or at his house?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Dahlia, you need to chill." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not some dumb little kid. I realize he's older, I realize that he might be thinking about sex, and that's okay. I'm not gonna do anything that I don't wanna do. Period."

"You say that now, but what happens when he starts sweet-talking you? Or talking about getting with other girls? I mean, I'm not trying to be rude, but just a few months ago you were telling me that you were worried that Liza was getting bored with you and that you wanted to do stuff with her just to keep her from moving on to somebody else. And she wasn't even trying to get you to do anything. He might."

"I'm not gonna do anything I don't want to." She repeated. "And I even told him that. He seems like a pretty honest guy. Blunt, actually. And he seems to like it when people are real with him. I told him that he wasn't putting his dick anywhere near me and that he should stop talking to me if all he was trying to get out of the conversation was pussy. He seemed to be okay with that."

"Wow, you go girl!" Jules reached over to fist-bump her.

"Okay, but what about all the trouble he's been in? Juvie. He went to juvie!" I exclaimed.

"Look, I know Kit already gave you the talk about how we've all done some bad shit and none of us are perfect because I paid her to do that, so I'm not gonna repeat it." She chuckled. "He's not perfect, but he's not a hard criminal either. Good enough for me."

"Juvie." I reminded her.

"Kiddie prison." She rolled her eyes. "Let's move on. It's your turn. What's up with you and my sister in law?"

"Yeah, you've been ghosting her IRL since last night." Jules nodded.

"She thought I was cheating on her and I'm mad about it." I rolled my eyes. "It literally infuriates me that she could even think I'd do that. Do I seem like the kind of person who'd cheat? I barely have the fucking energy to deal with her, let alone multiple people."

"Why'd she think you cheated?" Cadence asked.

"Your ex bitch sent her a picture of some girl that looked like me straddling another girl." I smirked as I looked at Cora, who's eyes widened.

"Are you serious?!"

"Yep."

"That dumb bitch!" She hissed

"It's okay, Billie knows it wasn't me now. But we got into a fight at that party last night—Well, no, let me rephrase. I yelled at her for a few minutes at the party last night and she spent the entirety of that time staring at her fucking phone and paying me no attention."

"Dude, really?" Cadence frowned. "Why was she staring at her phone?"

"No idea. She's been really weird with it lately. She doesn't let me see anything going on on it. She's trying to hide something."

"Oh, shit. You don't think..." Jules drifted off. I shrugged. "No idea what's going on with that. Time will tell."

"Time will tell my ass! What if she's cheating on you?!" Cadence hissed. "She better fucking not be! I'll bedazzle every piece of clothing in her closet, I swear to god!"

"I don't know. I don't think she's cheating, but she's definitely hiding something and I wanna know what it is. I'm just gonna wait and see how this shit plays out, though." I sighed. "Sooner or later she'll slip up. And I bet it's gonna be sooner rather than later."

"That's it? You're just gonna sit and wait?" Jules scoffed. "If it was me I'd steal her phone and go through everything!"

"Yeah, see...If it gets to a point where I even feel like I have to do that, then the relationship is totally and completely over." I shook my head.

They all sent me confused looks so I sighed before talking again.

"Despite the fact that today's culture has completely normalized toxic behavior—I.E, having to go through your partner's phone and have all their passwords just to keep an eye on their every move and make sure they're not cheating on you—I'm just not with that shit. If your relationship is at the point where you have to go through each other's shit just to make sure nothing fishy is going on, then your relationship is trash. There's no trust, it's an invasion of privacy, and you might as well just break up and find somebody who you can actually trust without having to search their shit like you're an FBI agent. I don't have the fucking energy to watch Billie's every move, and I shouldn't have to. She should be honest with me and I should be able to trust her to be honest with me. That's how good relationships work."

They all stared at me for a few moments before slowly beginning to clap. "Mrs. Doe, I want to be you." Cadence snickered.

"Yeah, I mean, I wish I had your mindset." Jules smiled.

I shrugged. "It's whatever. The point is, she'll eventually crack and tell me what's up. And if she doesn't then we're over. Period."