Flashback.

Me: Thanks for coming here.Kelly: Well, it was either here or bio. You kind of, like, win by a landslide. Me: I was completely lost in class today. Kelly: What did you do?Me: Some stupid lab involved putting marshmallows on toothpicks. Transcription? Translation? I can't tell the difference.Kelly: Can I copy your notes?Me: You think I took notes?Kelly: Good point.Me: I ate half a bag of those marshmallows, though.Kelly: Regular or big?Me: The jumbo puff ones. Kelly: Those are Jesus in a confection. Confectionary Jesus. Me: He is inside me in a major way.Kelly: I want to ingest the divinity. Me: Then you should've gone to bio. Kelly: And I'm stuck here with you, now. Me: I'll buy you a bag of marshmallows if you call the front office from your cell phone and pretend to be your mom.Kelly: I'll wait until I get home. You always laugh into the receiver and nearly blow my cover.Me: It's your fault for putting on the Baby Jane face when you call!Kelly: It's the only way I can make the same sound my mother does. (Beat.)Me: We can either sit up on the second level and do nothing, sit here and paint, or ditch and go to Taco Bell or home. Kelly: I kind of just want to open the outside doors and paint. Me: Good idea. Kelly: I've switched to oils. Me: How's that working out for you?Kelly: They're a pain in the ass. And I get it on random places in my body and it doesn't dry. I stained a brand new skirt unknowingly thanks to oil paints. And so far, this painting looks like vomit.Me: Your vomit has more artistic talent than I do.Kelly: I like your stuff.Me: I do too, but I think of it more as a gimmick than art. Kelly: That's probably why Honeyman follows you around with the video camera whenever you start doing your crazy shit.Me: There's no one else covering their canvases in melted aluminum. Kelly: It looks cool, but the art room smelled like shit for two straight days. Me: Suffer.Kelly: Oh, I did.Me: I brought five CDs. Pick one. Kelly: Tell me what they are. I'm anchored to the sink right now.Me: The Cure's Bloodflowers, To Venus and Back, Pet Shop Boys Disco 2, Mad-Kelly: Please for the love of God ditch that Pet Shop Boys album. Me: It's fun!Kelly: It's something else.Me: (Muttered under breath.) You're a whore.Kelly: What are the other two?Me: Madonna's first album and a CD full of Blur rarities I downloaded off of Napster.Kelly: I haven't heard the Blur one. Let's do that.