I tried to tell her that at least once a day.

Unfortunately, she didn’t think I was sincere.

Actually, she thought I was a moron.

“Tina Kennard?”

“What the hell do you want now?!”

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“…”

“The puppy dog look only looks good on puppies, Porter.”

Sigh. “Okay..”

…

…

…

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason.”

“Something on your mind, Kennard?”

“N-nothing..”

“Liar.”

“Hmph, it’s your fault anyway!”

“My fault?”

“Yeah, yours! You just had to go and ask for my permission to ask me a question when you know damn well that I’ll say no. Now I’m all intrigued and curious and instead of asking your question anyway like you always do, you’re being unusually obedient and quiet. It’s killing me.”

“Oh, so now you’re interested?”

“Shut up and just ask!”

“Huh? Which one is it, shut up or ask?”

“Ask!”

“Okaaay, jeez, don’t have to be so demanding.” Ahem. Ahem. “Tina Kennard..”

“What?”

“Are you falling in love with me?”

“…”

“Ooh.. silence means yes?”

“NO!”

“I mean, cause a while back, you were kinda looking at me like you were..”

“…”

“..your eyes were smoldering and stuff..”

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe it was because I was trying to bore a hole through your thick skull?”

“But you looked like you were undressing me with your eyes..”

“Oh please, the only thing my eyes were peeling off was the skin on your bones!”

“Ewww!”

“That’s how much I hate you!”

“I’m sorry, but I find that hard to believe. I know what I saw. You were looking at me differently, and not in any bad way as you suggest.”

“Presumptuous, much?”

“I’m not jumping into conclusions. I’m just being observant.”

“Observant my ass!”

“Observe your ass? Gladly.”

“Ugh.. sick pervert.”

“Bette and Tina sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love..”

“I’m not in love!”

“..then comes marriage..”