Chase: LOL, no.
Chase: I was going to say it's because my intentions definitely aren’t, what you’d call, honorable.
Chase: And after the shit I’d probably do to you, I’m not someone you’d feel comfortable bringing home to your father.
Me: Lucky for you, my daddy isn’t and hasn’t been in my life.
Chase: Stupid man.
Me: I tend to think so.
Chase: Wish you wouldn’t have told me that.
Chase: Now my mind is just reeling with ideas of you in blue Yankee gear.
Me: Don’t get too excited because that’ll never happen in this lifetime.
Chase: Think so?
Me: Know so.
Chase: I love a challenge, Sox.
Me: I’m sure you do, Yank.
Chase: How about silver?
Me: The Patriots have red in it, you know?
Chase: Yeah, but I just can’t get past the fact that you like Boston. And that you’d think you still won…yeah, no.
Chase: White works.
Chase: With water.
Me: Who’s the pig now? And I’m too pale.
Chase: Your skin is perfect. Stop talking about it.
Me: Don’t stop talking about it?
Chase: Sox…
Me: *sigh* Fine. *zips lips*
Chase: Thank you.
Me: Hey Yank...
Chase: Yeah
Me: I think you’d look hot in red.
Chase: Doesn’t matter what color I’d be wearing because, if we were standing in front of each other, you wouldn’t be looking at my shirt.
Chase: I’d be too busy fucking your mouth with my tongue.
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