Warren: Wait. She likes me? Like, as in boyfriend0type liking?
Jen: Yeah, I think so Warren. Everytime you're not here she asks where you are. When you are here, she seems like she tries to get your attention.
Warren: This is going to be a fucked up situation. So, you never told her we used to date?
Jen: No. And I didn't tell her how we've gotten back together, either.
**intense kissing noises, followed by..
Warren: Wait a second. So, who's gonna tell her?
Jen: I don't know. I guess I will. I mean, she is my friend.
Warren: Well, alright...but be nice.
**I walk up to them, standing in the hallway.
Me: It's alright. No one has to tell me. Due to your lack of volume control, I heard everything. And...um...I didn't, um...like you Warren, like that. I mean, I uh, well...I...think you'd be someone cool to hang out with, but...that's it.
Warren: **looking down, not making eye contact. Oh...me too.
Wonderful. I really thought he had a thing for me, too. All of you guys did, too. He seemed so jealous every time Patrick and I went out. And Jen...she...UGHHH! I don't know. She's my friend now. I depend on her for advice and stuff. And Warren and I never acted on anything, so she never did anything wrong by hooking up with him again. I just can't help but feel that she sensed Warren and I getting closer, so she felt as though she needed to swoop in and reclaim her territory or something.
I wish I just stayed in bed, because really, ignorance is bliss.