“Hi Connor! Kiss kiss?”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“Alright, suit yourself. I forgot poor people prefer high-fives.”

“I, uh… I gotta go!”

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“O-M-G, Renee! Isn’t he the cutest?”

“I guess? I dunno. Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Oh, I’m coming in late today~! I asked Mayhew to stop the limo here so I could invite Connor over next Saturday. Could you be, like, the best cousin ever and ask him for me? I’d really appreciate it!”

“Uhh… Okay?”

“Hey, Renee, can I ask you a quick favor?”

“Sure. I don’t see why not. I mean, you’re my best friend.”

“Ohmigosh this  means so much to me I really appreciate it!”

“So what’s the favor?”

“So you’re cousins with that girl Isabelle, right?”

“Yeah. Do you like her or something.”

“No, actually it’s, um, quite the opposite. I’m really not interested in her; in fact, I’m really not that interested in girls at all. I just don’t know what to do. It seems rude if I just told her ‘I prefer guys’.”

“Maybe just avoid her? She goes to a different school than us, so it shouldn’t be hard.”

“She has my number! And she won’t stop texting me! It’s gosh darn frustrating and kind of annoying as heck!”

“I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it.”

“Ohmigosh I’m so happy! Thank you!”

“No problem, it’s not like she… goes… here…”

“Umm, is something wrong?”

“Hiiiii Connor~!”

“Oh, fiddlesticks.”

“It would be so cool to be an alien like Grandpa!”

“Well, your mother is half alien, so that makes you and your brother a quarter alien.”

“Then how come we don’t have any green?”

“Um, my freckles are green.”

“Woah! You’re right! They are! Dad! Dad! Do I have any green freckles?”

“Nope, just regular ones. Sorry.”