remy.

( mssg » blaine]  | sent ] I could call a priest but I can’t promise I won’t burn up the moment he walks in with all my sinning.  Oh come on B. I’ve seen you in worst positions than just throwing up. I can handle it.  Maybe it’s food poisoning? 

( mssg » Blaine| sent ) FINE. FINE. NO COOPER. And I’ll grab you like, four bottles of gatorade. 

( mssg » remy | sent ) You arent’ that terrivle!  I’m not sure I’m kind of buzzed too. Waht did I do to myself?
( mssg » remy | sent ) Thankyou, Remy.  He wouldn’t let me live it down becase I’d make him wory.  Four bottles?  I’d love you forever.