Harry:
So, how are you today, Mands? x

Amanda:
What did we talk about, Harold? No kisses or smileys or you're blocked again.
I'm good, Tarzan, how about yourself?

Harry:
Pretty good, I haven't received any heartbreaking insults yet, which has me grinning.

Amanda:
That's nice. 

Harry:
It is indeed. What's up then? Anything fun?

Amanda:
Not really, just listening to music and drinking tea. 
You?

Harry:
Playing on the X-Box, chatting with the lads on Facebook and talking with you. I'd say I'm having a blast.

Amanda:
You're living the life, Styles.

Harry:
Ha-ha, I sure am! Luxury is exquisite.

Amanda:
Luxury is a long, bubble bath with candles. You will never know another luxury like that.

Harry:
A candle-lit bubble bath, huh? Sounds romantic, Mands ;)

Amanda:
Harold.

Harry:
Sorry... Why don't you want me sending smileys or kisses?

Amanda:
Because if my friends were ever to get into my phone and see these messages, they'll assume something is up. That's what all friends assume when a guy and girl are chatting and exchanging kisses.

Harry:
Why? Don't you and your friends message each other smileys and kisses all the time? I once saw my sister's phone 'cause she left it on the kitchen table, and the amount of kisses and smiley faces she sends to her friends is nuts. You'd think they were lovers.

Amanda:
Maybe they are? 

Harry:
We are not talking about my sister, Amanda. I have to live with her, I suffer enough.

Amanda:
She seems nice! What's wrong with her?

Harry:
She laughs too loudly, leaves her hair in the brushes and somehow always manages to miss the toothbrush when squeezing the toothpaste. It irks me.

Amanda:
Are you a clean freak?

Harry:
Little bit? I like organized things, I guess.

Amanda:
Isn't your sister moving out soon? I thought she left school a couple of years ago?

Harry:
She did, now she's in uni but she doesn't want to waste money getting a hall when she could still be a half-an-hour ride away from home. She's leaving soon - in a couple of months, I think? I heard her and Mum discussing apartments in the city.

Amanda:
At least you'll get your peace when she's gone?
Then you can message every other girl in the school while you're at it.

Harry:
You're evil.

Amanda:
You know it.