*knock knock*

‘Okay, just think of something to make them hate you right off the bat, Connor. Shouldn’t be hard.’

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“O-Oh, hello, Mr. Worthington! I have chlamydia!”

“What? No, silly, I’m Isabelle!”

“… Gosh, heck.”

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“Sorry about the short notice, but can we postpone? My dads are both sick, so we can’t do dinner tonight.”

“Oh?”

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“Yeah, I’m really super duper sorry I should’ve called you.”

“Oh, no, no. That’s, uh, really too bad.”

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“Maybe, um, well, I have a recital at San Myshuno Prep next weekend, and I’m gonna babysit some of my cousins the week after that, and then I have to film a commercial..”

“Hey, don’t worry. We’ll, uh, think of something, right?”

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“Yeah. Now, what was that about ‘chlamydia’?”

“Well, um…”