...own lap. "Don't get all Freud on me here, it's because of the dream that I'm here."
Monique giggled for few seconds at the look on Kim's face."Why did you come to tell me this? Did I also fuck you in your dream? And what's a Freud?"
"Freud is not important! Yes, you were in my dream, but I'm here because it was Bonnie. Bonnie was incredibly ubiquitous. She had an aura of, well desire, and, Dammit! I want to kiss her! Just once, just to see if it was there for real, or if I just dreamt it up too." Kim replied, nearly out of breath.
"So, you want to tread that path, eh? With Bonnie nonetheless?" Monique inquired, quizzically.
"Am I crazy? Do I sound crazy? If only you had that dream, you would unde..."
"I understand just fine. I know what something like that can do. Just coming out to your best friend for your school rival is, well... If I had woken up this morning... if you would even want to become friends with... Yes you're crazy, with a side of lunacy, deep-fried until it's golden brown." Monique said, in an unsettled tone of voice.
"Thanks, Mo, But is there anything you can do to help me?" Kim was looking away from Monique, she fiddling with her hair.
"Kim, hate is a two-way street, just because you ease up on the firepower doesn't mean she won't. But if you really want to, you will have to be completely selfless to her. You will have to let her win every argument, no matter what. Listen to all that she says, and do all that she...