You make me wanna be a star. 

You make me wanna act different. 

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"Hello, this is Starbucks. And I know you're there, Rolfy! Don't hang up on me ever again!" 

"Luna? Are you alright?" 

"Yeah, of course I am! Why didn't you call me yesterday! I was so bored!" 

"Um, sorry, I had . . . this fight at school." 

"Aww . . . are you hurt?" 

"No, I won the—I mean, I lost it. I'm not a violent emo kid, after all." 

"So . . . how was your date?" 

"It was horrible! I just messed up the whole date! I was bluffing that I was some really popular kid within my gang and that I was a really good football player but then I just messed up." 

"Oh." 

"You sound kinda surprised." 

"I mean, you sounded like you could handle this one. I guess you're still that under experienced Slytherin." 

"Do girls not like bad boys?" 

"Define bad boy." 

"Uh, I dunno. Playing with girls' heart and going out on dates every week with a different girl. Occasionally skipping class to go take a chug with my—I mean, their—buddies. Something like that? Roasting teachers every class?" 

"That sounds very savage." 

"So . . . you like bad boys?" 

"I never met one so I don't really know much." 

"That's what you think." 

"Hmm? What?" 

"Nothing. Do you really think that bad boys are bad boys?" 

 "I mean, no one can be a complete bad boy without having a fragment of evil heart. Honestly, some obsessive Slytherin like you would make a great bad boy." 

"Is that a compliment?" 

"It's not an insult. I'm saying you're flexible." 

"I think that's not what you mean." 

"Okay, to be honest, I don't like bad boys. They're just immature little kids that just wants to live in Neverland." 

"That's kinda harsh." 

"I'm free to be entitled to my opinion." 

" . . . one coffeeless caramel frappuccino please." 

"Are you ordering to avoid me?" 

"No, I really want one coffeeless caramel frappuccino." 

"Oh, that reminds me, have you gotten my drink yesterday?" 

"What drink? My coffeeless caramel frappuccino didn't come either." 

"Oh . . . really?" 

"Yeah . . . oh, I think I have to go. Talk to you soon!" 

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"So . . . you didn't see what I wrote."