"Kurt and Aca, sitting in a tree-"
"Shut up Kitty. I am not in love with Kurt."
"He kissed you."
"You dared him to."
"He still kissed you."
"He did say 'Help' before."
"Oh. Was that what it meant?"
"Yes."
"Well I still think you're in love with him."
"I'd rather have a crush on Kurt, and I don't have a crush Kitty before you ask, than on Iceboy."
"I do not have a crush on Bobby!"
"Do to."
"Do not."
And as we take up our pointless bickering I allow my mind to wander. Kitty seems to think me and Kurt should be a couple. Her exact remark was 'I want to see the little demon plants'. I put thistles in her bed that night. She tried to set fire to one of my roots in Chemistry. Everything's back to normal in other words. We fight, make up, laugh our heads off at silly little things. Oh, and make allusions about the other's love-life. My non-existent love-life.
"Anyway, I like Mr Rasputin."
Brilliant, we're back on Mr Rasputin. He's twenty, teaches art and turns into metal. And Kitty has a major crush on him. What makes it even worse is that I mentioned that she only has two more years until she graduates. And then, in a fit of stupidity, I said it was my seventeenth birthday in February. So now Kitty's going to throw a party, after having it cleared with the Professor. Why can't I keep my big mouth shut?