that kinda sad you get when you're sobering up

Please stop being so nice to me. If you keep being this nice to me, I'll get the wrong idea.

What makes you think it's the wrong idea?

You especially can't say things like that. Unless you mean them. Do you mean these things you say to me, the nice things, the things that make me wear that stupid silly boy smile?

You have a silly boy smile?

Yes. When you text me, mostly.

Why's it a stupid silly boy smile?

It makes me feel stupid. You make me feel stupid. I'm acting all cliched and girlish.

You are a girl.

I know, but not like this. It's never been like this before.

Does that make me special?

*eye roll* Do I really have to stroke your ego right now?

You said you liked that I was oblivious to my own awesomeness.
*pause*
Do you want me to mean it?

I just want to know. It's not going to destroy me if you don't. As long as we can still be friends. Like, don't just say that we can. You definitely have to mean that. We are friends, right?

What? Yeah, yes, god, of course we're friends. You're seriously questioning that?

*shrugs* Basically. I just feel like it's more about her, tolerating me because of her.

No, it's really not.
*pause*
I mean it. I'm not just saying it. I wouldn't do that.

Not even so you could see my boobs?

That's hardly a challenge. You just have to ask nicely and there they are - boobs. Batman and Robin.

You could see them more often if you were...if we were... Except for the distance thing. This isn't going to work, is it? There's the distance thing and the age thing and the emotional mess that is me. Individually, these things could be overcome.
*sound of a text message*
*reads text*
*insert Silly Boy Smile here*
*looks at him, puzzled expression*

I wanted to know what it was like. Your silly boy smile. I like it.
*smiles*