Fun with dialogue and absolutely no exposition.
"Dorkfish, oh dorkfish, where art thou, annoying dorkfish?"
"In here."
"So, you called?"
"Where were you?"
"I had plans, what are you, my boyfriend?"
"No. Do you have one?"
"No, what's this about? Oh, I see this is a set up."
"I have no idea what you mean."
"Of course not. Come on with it, then. What have you got to say?"
"Look, it's just you two are miserable without each other..."
"Okay, stop. This is none of your business."
"You are both my friends, this is my business."
"No, dude, it's really not."
"Oh shut up, you, you're here of your own accord."
"I wouldn't be if you'd learn to keep your mouth shut."
"Oh, you're still mad about that? I'm sorry okay? I don't know how many times I've said it, and I doubt you'll ever get over it, but I'm sorry. Don't look at me like that. I'm not afraid of your temper. I can stand up to your rage and match it. Mess with me. I'm not afraid of you."
"You should be."
"You won't hurt me, no matter how mad at me you are."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that."
"Okay guys, this isn't a pissing match."
"No, you know what? You're mad, I get that. You have every right to be mad. But guess what? I'm mad too. You made these proclamations of love and then you ripped my beating heart out of my chest and stomped on it. And I wasn't supposed to feel any pain at all, no anger, no hurt, nothing. I was supposed to feel nothing. I didn't feel nothing. It hurt like hell. And you want to know what's really sad? If you snap your fingers, I'll come running back to you. And I think you know it. I love you. I. Love. You. I fell hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you. I don't know when, or how, or why. But it happened. And I can't make it stop. Trust me, I've tried. I belong to you, heart, body, and soul. Want me or not, I'm yours. It's up to you what you do with knowledge. But whether you choose to acknowledge it, to ignore it, to do something about it, or file it away for later, it doesn't change it. I am yours, and I will always be. I love you. And you hurt me. You broke me. And it hurt. I'm really sorry for betraying your trust, and putting you in that situation. I was wrong. But damn it, you hurt me too."
"Rosalyn,,"
"No. Stop. Just stop. Do you have any idea what it feels like? I love you! I need you! I am going through one of the worst things in my life right now, and I have no one. No one. I feel like no one cares about me and I am facing this world on my own. I'm still coping with the pain you put me through, and then this happens. And if you ever cared about me at all, you'd put this stupid fight behind us and at least be my friend. You'd ask me how I am. You'd care! But you don't care do you? You never really did. Was it all a lie? Did you just want to get laid? You didn't have to lie to me. I would do anything for you. I think I might hate you. I love you, but I might hate you. I need you to save me, but you're part of what's destroying. And sometimes I wish I had never met you, but I can't imagine life without you, even though I'm basically living it now. I hate you. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for leaving me all alone. I hate you! Why won't you just look at me?"
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