kirsten-clemons:

It’s so good to see you smiling! Which has coincidentally made my mother smiley. Which always makes me smiley. So there.

Well, I like seeing your mother smile. And you two being smiley makes me smiley.


kirsten-clemons:

Oh…nuffin.

I’m sure it’s nothing.


kirsten-clemons:

What are you all smiley about?


Friday Night

kirsten-clemons:

I did, yeah! I found the perfect one!

And do I still get to buy it for you?


Friday Night

kirsten-clemons:

YESYESYES! Please?!

Ever decide on a dress, Kirsten?


I’m gonna go for a walk or something.

kirsten-clemons:

Yeah…I just…there’s a lot going on here. I need some air. Can I get you something while I’m out?

Like what? You alright? And no, I’m okay, thanks though, kid.


I’m gonna go for a walk or something.

kirsten-clemons:

My home is suffocating me.

You alright?


kirsten-clemons:

That’s cause you’re not. Do you need anything? I ran down to the cafeteria to grab mom something..

Well, unless you can go back in time and stop my face from hurting, I’d say I’m set. Wait, actually, even if you could go back in time, I wouldn’t let you. Fuckers got what they deserved. And I shouldn’t be talking to you about this.

Uh, sorry. Nah, I’m good, but maybe you should take Willow home. I feel so bad that she’s here all the time. She’s busy… I get it.


So.

kirsten-clemons:

I mean…if you insist. It’s really expensive….

Well, it’s honestly not a problem. You just… Well, I’ll talk to Willow— Err.. Ms. Clemons— I mean, your mom— And let her know… Because I doubt you want me to go along… Awkward.


So.

kirsten-clemons:

Well…I…I don’t want you to think that like…well…I mean…I’d owe you big time.

I’m basically dating your mother. Just let me help out.