Harry:
Amanda! Hey!

Amanda:
I'm busy, Harold.

Harry:
Harold? When did you start calling me that?

Amanda:
It was to make a point. Long name means 'not in the mood.' OK?

Harry:
But I'm bored...

Amanda:
Why are you even talking to me? It's my sister you like and want to shag.

Harry:
I'm hurt that you think so lowly of me.
I am a gentleman - I'd take her out for dinner first.

Amanda:
Well, she's taken and forever will be - they're talking marriage.

Harry:
You're kidding?! They're both in my year! 

Amanda:
People can start young.

Harry:
Oh, yes they can ;)
So, are you positive that she's completely loved-up with this guy?

Amanda:
Positive.

Harry:
Really?

Amanda:
REALLY!

Harry:
Whoa...
Too far, Mands.

Amanda:
It's Amanda, not Mands.

Harry:
Well, I may just call you Mands to irritate you again.

Amanda:
Well, you've just earned yourself a one-way ticket back into my blocked list, Styles. Have a safe flight!

Harry:
No! I'm sorry, I'll be nice x

Amanda:
Firstly, send me another kiss and you'll be blocked again.
Secondly, when are you nice? I've seen you in school, strutting through the halls like you own a country. You're no different from anyone else, you know?

Harry:
You like to insult others, don't you?

Amanda:
Only you because you know what I'm saying is true.

Harry:
I like you, you're feisty.

Amanda: 
That's nice.

Harry:
...
Do you not like me?

Amanda:
Are you serious? Harry, you said my sister is hotter than me and then ask me to give you her number, you annoyed me constantly for weeks about it, you think you're a God and you need a haircut, Tarzan.
No, I do not like you. You're mean.

Harry:
Tarzan, eh? I could be a jungle man ;)

Amanda:
No weird faces, I swear to God.

Harry:
I thought you just said I was a God?

Amanda:
Stop changing my words.

Harry:
Stop being so negative and nasty. I've done nothing to you ... why be so mean?

Amanda:
I just don't like guys who walk with a stick up their backside.

Harry:
Ouch.

Amanda:
Yeah.

Harry:
No, I mean OUCH. Imagine having a stick up your bum. You'd be sore for weeks!

Amanda:
Ha-ha, I suppose so. You must know the feeling, then?

Harry:
-_-