[ the first part gets to her in a way she wishes it didn't, because it was never really her intention to make friends here. it's a sign of complacency and that was the last thing she ever wanted. but somehow it happened, even without her really trying, and it's not like she's upset that america isn't one of the first names in the contact list anymore — she just doesn't know who else she's supposed to get drunk and watch stupid alien dick flicks with. she won't say he was the only friend she had here, because that obviously isn't true, but she did spend a lot more time with america than with anyone she knows from home. so, yeah, maybe she is a little upset, but no one needs to know that. she's certainly not going to take any risks with this singing business, so text it is. ]
could've done without the serenade, jackson
[ because she, for one, has no idea what's going on here. that door? unfamiliar. it's probably for the best she doesn't know. for now. ]
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could've done without the serenade, jackson
[ because she, for one, has no idea what's going on here. that door? unfamiliar. it's probably for the best she doesn't know. for now. ]