Sophia. If I weren’t being nice, you know it’d be way worse than how I’m acting right now. Now what’s wrong?
The girl I was seeing just posted a picture of her and another girl on instagram. Before you think I’m that petty they were kissing and there was a hastag that said new girlfriend.
Alright, fine. Someone is touchy. ‘What can I say I need money?’ Blah blah fucking blah. You needed money, you could’ve gotten a job at a retail store or something. If you obviously hated babysitting as much as you did. Sucks for your mom then.
You have a ball in your damn bubble then. You must have had someone piss in your Cheerios this morning because you’re fucking annoying to talk to right now.
I made more babysitting then I would at a retail store. Plus less annoying people when you babysit. I dealt with four people instead of four hundred. yeah, it does.
Not like you’re being exactly nice to me either Tessa. I just— just ugh— forget it.
I didn’t say you were too nice to me. I said you’re too nice so no soul will do you some good. That’s your own damn fault for babysitting. But I definitely would understand why you wouldn’t want children. They’re all little rodents. If you say so, my dear Sophia.
Hello. He’s making… lasagna. Yeah, lasagna.
I didn’t say to you I said for you. I’m good with my souls so sorry but it’s not available. What can I say I needed money? My mom didn’t always have the unlimited funds like your dad did. Yeah, no.
Okay I’ll be down when dinner is done.
You don’t need your soul. You’re way too fucking nice. Don’t plan to have children? Are you a full blown lesbian that isn’t even going to adopt? Because I’m feeling that if you are.
It’s not at all. I actually was just walking by your room and figured I’d say hello. My father was downstairs making dinner and told me to spread the word, too.
Well glad to hear I’m too nice for you. I babysat for three years straight I’ve had my fill for a lifetime. Shut up. Not wanting children doesn’t make me any more lesbian than if I did want them.
Well hello Tessa. What is he making?
You could give me your soul if you really wanted to. And your first born when the time comes.
I don’t need a math textbook. I’m pretty sure the one doing that homework is all set. He has his little calculators and everything that I bought him. Practically creamed himself once I gave them to him.
Pretty sure I need my soul. I know you want it to stay youthful and all but it’s currently in use. Considering I don’t plan to have children I’m pretty sure you would have zero shot of getting my first born.
Sounds interesting. So for real what so you need Tessa?
Your soul and first born child.
Yeah, I don’t have any of that to offer. I do have a math textbook if you would like it?
You could probably sell it to one of the guys who does your homework for probably a hundred bucks. All I got though.