Oh, look! You're really trying hard now, aren't you? Well, keep it up, Lucy. Maybe if you keep staring at me like that, eventually my hate for you will just magically disappear and we can all live happily ever after. But don't hold your breath waiting for that to happen...

What? No! That's not what I meant at all! You didn't have to stare at me like that! Now look what you've done, Lucy! Now I'm the one who feels bad about everything! Gah, women...

Well, I guess that's what I get for trying to be civil. Fine then. Be as much of a dickhead as you want, David. Just remember that this is your fault too, not just mine. And by the way, your mom still thinks you're hot.

(Well, David didn't have much to say after that. Guess he's too busy picking his jaw up off the floor after hearing about my mom. I dunno what else we can do at this point... Maybe just wait and see how things play out?)

D-Don't give me that look, Candy! I can't take it anymore! Fine, fine. If you want to make this into a competition or something, let's do it. But just so we're clear, I don't have any interest in winning anything from you... So there's no need for you to gloat about it later.

Understood?

D-Don't give me that look! I said stop it! Geez, you're going to make me lose my appetite here... takes another bite of his ice cream and tries not to think about Candy anymore