* WORLD WAR THREE.

[cassandra vasquez]

^{yeah, of course that's it. don't be silly. oh, you would? that's so sweet. haha, yes, i am an ass-kicking machine. fear me and my five-four self.}

[jude conrad andrews]

alright, if you say so. of course i would. i'm terrified. what are you doing later today?

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{yes, yes i do say so. i feel really special now. oh, you should be terrified. later? nothing, really. i'm kinda one of the most boring people on the planet.}

[jude conrad andrews]

i would argue that. you are not the most boring person in the world. this is coming from the most boring person in the world. i just finished my set of physics problems and i need to get out or something.

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{oh shh. i am so much more boring than you are. physics is... okay, physics is really boring. but still. well, we could go on an adventure! this is paris, after all.}

[jude conrad andrews]

the only adventures here are love adventures. but clearly i'm unlucky in that aspect, so what are we supposed to do?

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{apparently we're both unlucky in that aspect. oh no. haven't i told you before that making me chose is always a bad idea. um.... uh... we could... do... something. i dunno. i'd say go shopping, but i'm pretty sure you'll say no to that.}

[jude conrad andrews]

we should buy clothing for each other. or you could just steal some of mine, you like to do that. i want my t-shirts back! actually, you can keep them. anyway, you are not unlucky. there are guys checking you out all the time, you just don't do anything about it.

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{what? i like your clothes! you have nice taste. it's not my fault. don't even lie, you let me steal them. oh sweet, thanks. i've actually got a drawer that's dedicated to them. it would feel lonely if it had to be empty again. psshh. i do not. don't tease me like that. but anyway, it sounds like a good idea. the you buying me clothes part, anyway. haha.}

[jude conrad andrews]

i refuse to fund your crazy fashion needs. my closet is your closet. you should come over to my place later, then. my mom loves you to death. i think she likes you more than she likes me.

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{grrr. i get no love. haha, but okay. raiding your closet is one of my favorite past times, after all. oh yeah, she does. she told me the other day that she does. she even asked me to move in to your room and she would put you in the basement. but i would have felt bad making you go live in the basement. so i said no. hee hee.}

[jude conrad andrews]

you get plenty of clothes from me! and it's not even a fair trade, i can't wear your minuscule clothing. that makes me sad, i feel unloved now. you practically live in my room anyway, it's almost weird not having you here.

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{you could so wear my clothes! well, not my pants. or my jackets. or shoes. but maybe you could fit in a tee shirt. you may stretch it out, though. mister giant muscles. don't feel unloved. i would let you steal my clothes if i could. really, i would! haha, i'm sure you don't mind. free cleaning service for you room. you should love my ocd.}

[jude conrad andrews]

your clothes are girl clothes. it's alright for girls to wear guys clothes, but not the other way around. plus they're all girl colors. hey, it's not like i'm a bodybuilder. i don't care if you're cleaning or not, i love having you around.

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[cassandra vasquez]

^{i don't think you would look all that bad in girl clothes, honestly. it might be kind of cute. you don't have to be a body builder to have muscles. besides, i think your muscles are cool. aw thanks. i love being around. you're pretty fun to hang out with.}