his favorite pain.

she has a way of turning sunshine into rain.

"Tucker, you are such a fu-"

"Bridgett, such language. HEY. Don't bite my hand!"

"God, do you have to be such an arrogant a-"

"Bridge, if you weren't such a bitch all the time..."

"Oh, so you can cuss but I cant?"

"....Girls aren't supposed to have potty mouths."

"I hate you."

"You didn't say that last night."

"......"

"Aww, you're bright red! How adorable. Look everyone, Bridgett has feelings!"

"Fuck you."

"Are you embarrassed or something?"

"NO."

"Said that a little quickly, eh?"

"I did not. Now please, do the world a favor and jump off a building."

"Why do we fight so much?"

"I don't know. Because that's just... us."

"Well, I'm sick of fighting all the time."

"Then stop starting fights."

"You're the one who fights back."

"Yeah, but if you really hated them, you wouldn't argue with what I argue with."

"You don't have to fight back."

"Neither do you."

"Whatever. I'm done."

"Done with what?"

"Bridgett, you're killing me here."

"I kill everyone."

"I'm leaving."

"Go ahead."

"I am."

"See if I care."

"Bye."

"Don't leave."

"Why shouldn't I?'

"Because... I don't... Just don't. Stay."

"Bridgett, why do you think I act so strange?"

"I... I don't know."

"It's because I love you."

"..."

"Bee?"

"..."

"Bridgett?"

"I... I don't know how to say that back."

"You do."

"I do?"

"What do you think last night was?"

"...Oh."

"Sooo... Uhh...."

"Tucker?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, too."

"See, you do know how to say it! Good girl!"

"Are you instigating that I am your bitch or something?"

"...Stop eyeing my groin like you're contemplating something, Bridgett."

"Why would you imply such an idea, Mr. Vancheck?"

"Because I know you and OWWWWW. BRIDGETT!"

"Just remember, I always win."