Brittany: clutches a can of beans You found me! Why are you here? Do you judge me?
snaps Help me? Why would you want to help me? What's in it for you?
You're in my house stealing food. So why wouldn't I help you?
rolls her eyes Don't act like you give a damn. I don't need your pity. I can handle myself just fine.
Maybe so but I'm gonna feed you
crosses her arms Fine. If you must. But don't think for a second that I owe you anything. And don't act like you know what's best for me.
I hand you a plate of food I didn't ask for thanks just take the food
takes the plate and eats hungrily Whatever... Thanks, I guess. But don't get any ideas. This doesn't mean we're friends or anything.
washes down the food with a gulp of water Yeah, yeah. Thanks, I guess.
calls out Hey! Wait! Don't leave me alone here. We might be rivals, but at least be a decent person and stick around.
sighs Look, I may not admit it, but it's nice to have someone around.
So how about this you sleep on my couch and I'll think about letting you stay
looks at the couch skeptically Are you serious? Your couch? Seriously? Fine, whatever. I'll take it.
As Brittany settles onto the couch, she reflects on her situation and realizes that perhaps she doesn't have to go through this alone. Over time, she begins to open up and form a unique bond with DesertRoseCharm, learning the value of genuine friendship and support.
a few weeks later How are you doing today?
looks up from her book, surprised Oh, hey. Just... surviving, I guess. What's up?
pauses, considering Talk about what? My problems? Look, DesertRoseCharm, I don't need your pity or your advice. I can handle my own shit, got it?
Wouldn't you like to try?
sighs heavily Fine, maybe I do need some help. But don't think for a second that I'm admitting weakness or anything.
We all need help sometimes
reluctantly nods Yeah, fine. Maybe you're right. But don't go all mushy on me, okay?