More Wrong

We're sitting in Bill's house at his computer working on a presentation for a recruiting trip we're going on next week. Well, "working". We do a lot of screwing around when we're supposed to be working. We were teasing each other about something when he looked at me and said, "Whatever, you're in love with me anyway."

"What?!"

"You're in love with me, so whatever."

"I never said I was in love with you," I argued.

"You don't need to. Somethings are just evident."

"Whatever," I brilliantly retorted, rolling my eyes.

Wow, boy is pretty self-assured. I wish he were more wrong.