All the girl was able to get out of her faded red lips was a soft "where did I go wrong?"

The boy sitting across from her gave no reply, just crossed his skinny legs and looked off to the side.

"Tell me. What's wrong with me?" The girl clenched her teeth and jammed her eyes shut. "I've had feelings for you for so long but you never give anything back to me. Never. Never ever ever never."

"There's nothing wrong with you." The boy uncrossed his legs and looked forward, slouching a bit.

"It's because I'm chubby, isn't it?"

"No."

"You like older girls? I'm too short? I'm weaker than you? You hate the city I live in?" She looked down at her feet as she spoke. "I have big feet? Do I have big feet?" Her eyes started welling with tears as she looked back up, back into the boy's dark and gloomy eyes that stared back at her.

"Your feet are perfect, Whitney."

"Then it's everything else!" She stood up and threw her arms in the air. "I'm just not good enough for Mr. Pretty Boy!"

"That was a really lame insult."

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! Do you realize that? Do you realize how much you're hurting me? Do you?" At this point, the girl was pacing, making her way slowly to the kitchen, mumbling under her breath, face flushed pink.

"I hurt a lot of girls." The boy didn't have much to say.

"Well you should STOP." The girl screamed from the kitchen. "You're heartless! Heartless trash!" She ran back into the living room and collapsed face down on the floor, sobbing.

"Whitney, I-" The boy was cut off by the girl, whose speech was barely recognizable through her mix of screaming and tears.

"MORTY I SEE IT! I SEE EXACTLY WHY YOU DON'T LIKE ME BACK. IT'S OBVIOUS!"

"Whitney, sit up and repeat that. I couldn't understand anything you just said." The boy actually heard everything. "Explain yourself."

She pulled herself up, arms supporting her as she hung over, still looking at the ground, tears still soaking her face. "I said…." She stopped to cough a bit. "I said I see it. Why you don't like me back. The way you look at him. I see it all." She let her arms go weak and fell back to the floor.

The boy didn't say anything back, just shifted around uncomfortably.

They were both silent for a few minutes, the only sound being the girl giving off soft whimpers into the floor, the boy clicking his tongue every now and then, cars driving by outside. No speech, no interaction. The boy broke the silence.

"You're talking about Eusine, aren't you?"

The girl hit her head into the floor, as if she was nodding yes.

"I'm sorry….I'm so, so sorry." All the boy could do was stare forward, his eyes open wide, blank and expressionless.

"You like him a lot. That's why you don't like me. You like him…you….don't like me." The girl was sitting up, marks from the carpeting freckled across her face. She held the same expression as the boy. She resembled a deer in the headlights.

She could hear the boy breathing; it went from calm to violent in a short amount of time. He kept repeating the same phrase. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You…you should be sorry." The girl looked down at the floor showing between her legs. "But…that's okay. This is all okay, right?"

Expression returned to the boy's face as he looked down at the girl on the floor. She looked so tiny, so fragile. Like she could break from simply being hit with a piece of dust falling from the ceiling.

"Yeah…this is all okay." He tried to crack a small smile, but it fell apart immediately.

The girl crawled towards the boy and rested her arms on his lap, burying her head in them, making sure not to make eye contact. He ran his fingers through her rosy hair.

"So tell me about him."

"Hm?"

"You know who, Morty. Don't play dumb." He couldn't see her whole face, just the side of one of her cheeks, which shifted a bit, as if she was smiling.

"Well you were right. I do like Eusine. I like him a whole lot. I think I might even love him…but I can't say that yet." He tried to laugh a bit. "He's a pain in my ass, but I could look over that fact. He's one of the most wonderful guys I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. We all see different things in people. I know you're not too fond of Eusine, and maybe that's why you were so upset earlier. Or maybe you were just upset because you realized I'll probably never have feelings for you. A mix of both, maybe."

The boy sighed as the girl stood up and moved her position to sitting on his lap, which he welcomed her to. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"You guys would be much cuter than you and I would ever be." Her voice was just above a whisper. "Go for it, Morty. I want to see you happy, even if I'm not happy."

"Maybe. I just don't want to ruin the friendship I have with him. God Whitney, he means so much to me."