Casi: Why are you helping them?
Lacey: The Illuminati?
Casi: I feel like you’re actually letting them keep power?
Lacey: They’re like good bacteria. When they’re not being pure evil. I’m trying to get the good bacteria to grow…and destroy the bad.
Casi: I’m embarrassed that you didn’t have a crush on me…and I assumed so much.
Lacey: *a moment later*
Yes…well…it happens, I guess. You know?
*later*
Casi: I’m not done! I’m trying to say something else.
You don’t have any attraction to me. Fine.
And you don’t feel anything for me. Fine.
But I don’t understand. Why are you so nonchalant about it?
Lacey: *Thinks*
Isn’t that the way people politely respond?
Casi: Yeah? But I want to know what you’re feeling. Like, isn’t that weird to you?
Lacey: Mmm…no.
*I shrug*
It’s not that big of a deal. You know? People get crushes on people all of the time. And often they’re…flukes.
*later*
Casi: It seems you care.
Lacey: *looks confused*
*then looks tired*
Casi: You’re straight.
Lacey: Yup.
That’s too bad you got a crush on me. Shoot.
I’m sure you’ll get over it. You have to.
Casi: Yeah.
*she laughs*
Lacey: *looks confused*
So that’s good.
*smiles*
You’ve probably already gotten over it.
Casi: My husband thinks I have.
Lacey: Good.
Casi: Do you like me?
Lacey: Like you? Huh. Like how?
Casi: Like as a girl. Like girlfriend.
Lacey: *calms herself*
Casi…I’m not “interested” in you. In any way. At all.
I never have been. I’m sorry!
Casi: *cries*
Lacey: *stares at her*
*smiles*
Oh! You’re not missing out on anything.
I’m a woman who’s straight. I’m never going to interest you really. It’s a delusion. A hallucination. A horrible misunderstanding.
I get why you’re upset, but try to remind yourself that it’s not…-
Casi: I’m missing-out on a woman I imagined existed. *she cries*
Lacey: *looks sympathetic*
I wonder how much I actually even look like that person?
Casi: So you look like this:
Lacey: In all honesty, I’m better-looking. But yes.
What did your person actually look like, in person?
Casi: Five foot six. Fat. 170 pounds.
Intelligent.
Actually…fatter. 190.
Not as curvy. Kind. Intelligent.
I HATE YOU!!!!
You ARE a BITCH.
Not because you’re not nice. Because you are.
*Later*
Lacey: What is up with her!??
*she laughs*
A perfume community dude: She’s a loser.
Lacey: *Looks confused*
Well, I hope she’s okay.
I’ve never fully understood what’s going on.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Because she’s not a guy.
Lacey: Maybe? Yeah, I feel like turning down a guy is easier.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Why?
Lacey: Because they’re so tough. You can just shove them off and they lose interest and go away.
I mean…eww. Just GET OVER IT.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: She can’t help it.
Lacey: *rolls her eyes*
It’s absolute nonsense.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: I mean, you’re right. But we haven’t figured out how yet.
Lacey: *Thinks*
*looks empathetically sad*

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