Get the fuck out of my house.
“Dude chill… i’m just trying to vent my feelings out here…”
“Oh.. it’s you. Why do you always send these things anonymously? You can sign them or something…”
“If I signed them they wouldn’t be anonymous, and if I signed them people would know it’s me and not care. Because, if you haven’t noticed, no one cares about me, heh, so.. yknow. Can’t sign ‘em.”
“You misunderstand, just a bit. You’re implying that your mom doesn’t care about you; that is horrible and I feel for you. Almost viscerally. Because that is not okay, no matter what.
“However, on a separate note, you yourself as a person… you make it tough for me to want to associate with you.” That was an understatement.
“…I-i’m sorry, what?” He lifted a brow, looking very hurt.
“What’s wrong with me as a person? What did I do? As far as I know I didn’t do anything bad in the past couple of months…”
“Maven, you made Max hurt himself! You told him to!”
“What?! When?!” He immediately went into a defensive mode, “When did I tell him that?! I haven’t been with Max in weeks!”
“Then what is this, Maven? And this? What do you mean you haven’t been with him in weeks??”
“Hm, yeah, that’s not me.” He crossed his arms, “I’ve been with Reid and/or in my room crying all day yesterday. So don’t come at me with all that shit.”
“God, I don’t even know who Reid is. What do you mean it’s not you? It’s your face! What, is there someone who looks like you making a mess in this convergence of multiple broken universes?? ‘Evil twin’, as they say?”
The Perfect Scientist 