=[CONVERSATION] EMILY & SHANE age 16=
EMILY: Merry Christmas, Shane.
SHANE: Merry Christmas, Lee.
EMILY: Here you go.
SHANE: Call of Duty, sweet. Here's your gift.
EMILY: Oh my God. Shane these shoes are crazy expensive.
SHANE: Nothing less for my best friend.
EMILY: ...
SHANE: You smell like gingerbread.
EMILY: Sorry, my mom and I were making cookies since Emmett is jetlag.
SHANE: Still?
EMILY: I just think he's hungover.
SHANE: Haha.
EMILY: How's Shaylin?
SHANE: The dork is upstairs, playing her violin.
EMILY: She's great on that thing.
SHANE: Ha, you should see me on the violin.
EMILY: I have, once is enough for my entire lifetime.
SHANE: Hilarious, Em.
EMILY: I know I am.
SHANE: Do you want to come in?
EMILY: I told my mom I'd be right back so I have to go.
SHANE: Wait!
EMILY: What?
SHANE: Look up.
EMILY: Mistletoe.
SHANE: ...
EMILY: ....
SHANE: Stop wiping it away it was just a kiss on the cheek.
EMILY: That's sexual harassment you prick.
SHANE: Hahaha. Merry Christmas, Lee.
EMILY: Merry Christmas you ass.
