Yeah. That list. The mostly in our heads until right now list. I'm writing it down and we're crossing it all off. Even seeing that big ass ball of paint you don't believe is real.
We're gonna do it all, you got it? Even the stuff we forgot.
And maybe I'll let you kidnap me every once and awhile.
( aka... he will drive down... and haunt her dorm room. she is not losing him THAT easily. OK !!!! )
Yes, you can. You just picture it and then you picture crossing it out. But having a physical copy would be cooler. Who gets to keep it when we've crossed everything off?
[ they're never going to cross everything off. she's going to keep adding stuff up until their joint funerals or whatever. ]
If it's a baseball under all the paint, then it's not a giant ball of paint, it's a giant baseball that's been painted. And you can't tell me Mothman isn't at least PLAUSIBLE with all the other shit we've seen. Maybe some other foreign government was experimenting in West Virginia.
( Steve is very sentimental and DOES squirrel away important friend mementos. he just can't ADMIT he squirrels away their friend mementos. so he must forfeit the friend list to the more acceptably sentimental party in their friendship. )
The baseball is normal sized, it's all the paint that makes it giant. Look, you just gotta see it to get it.
I'm just saying it isn't more believable than a ball of paint I've definitely already seen before. Where's the faith, Buckley, huh? )
No interest at all? No arguing? Wow. I'm offended.
Okay, okay, fine. We'll see if I'm impressed by this giant paint-baseball that you're already totally in love with. Do they sell miniature giant paint baseballs? Do you already have one?
My faith is reserved for stuff I like believing in and having faith in. Anything else gets light to mild doubt or grudging acceptance. Okay, maybe that's not true, but it sounds cool, doesn't it?
( 🥹😭❤️ her DORM room??? !? wait ok no no he's totally fine about this he's not getting misty sentimental AT ALL )
We're gonna have to go double time to fill out two pages before you go to school. Remember that when I make you get up early for the inevitable road trip.
[ wait til he says that's she putting multiple pics of them up there too. admittedly some of them are going to be pictures he'll hate but oh well ]
Ugh, fine. but I'm not promising I won't go back to sleep in the car.
Okay, fine. [ one day it might be a problem that the word schmuck makes her sentimental now ] I do believe IN you all the time. I just also sometimes believe you're full of bologna.
( it is unfortunate that Steve is very vain and can be QUITE particular about how he looks in photos. luckily for Robin she put whatever she wants on her dorm room wall and he just has to deal with it. )
You can't sleep on a roadtrip. That's the one rule of a roadtrip.
Well I believe in you all the time too. Even when you're doing that thing where you think things are true just because you've spent too long freaking out about them.
That's the only rule of a roadtrip? Okay, deal. I look forward to finding out how quickly you want to add more rules.
You say that like I'm some kind of crazy person but those things COULD be true and I'm going to stand by that it was better safe than sorry that we got you tested for rabies for the rest of both of our lives
Oh, I'm pretty sure I could bother you in my sleep.
[ the second hour is all musicals. good luck and godspeed, Stevie. ]
Thank whatever's out there that you didn't, I don't know if I could have pulled off the whole keep your zombie/rabid friend locked up in the shed til there's a cure thing. My parents use the shed a LOT.
The driver needs conversation, all right? And unless we're dragging somebody else along on the friendventure, then that conversation's gotta be you. So you gotta be awake.
( this is such a strange sentiment to get somewhat choked up about. but also 🥹 aww??? Robin?? ? ? ? ?? ?? )
Why do you have to make the friendventure sound bad?
( stop making the friendventure sound OMINIOUS !!!! )
I'll be gooped, what trouble could I possibly get into? ( Steve remembers Dart and the cellar at the Hendersons and recants, ) Nevermind. Well you'll just have to fix me fast then.
I'm not making it sound bad I'm just... okay, I guess it does sound bad to say I'm warning you that I'm probably going to be hyper and entertaining myself by torturing you a little
Thank goodness I could make all the kiddo-nerd-brains get right on the cure, too
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And you're SURE we can't add kidnapping to that list? kidding, kidding
There's definitely still a bunch of movies on that list.
We've got to still be forgetting stuff.
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We're gonna do it all, you got it? Even the stuff we forgot.
And maybe I'll let you kidnap me every once and awhile.
( aka... he will drive down... and haunt her dorm room. she is not losing him THAT easily. OK !!!! )
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Bout time you took responsibility for one of the friendship lists.
[ obviously that translates to that's really freaking sweet and she's touched ]
There's no way that paint ball is real. It's not possible. How would you get paint into a ball? It's a liquid.
YES, I got it. What, you're expecting me to argue?
Every once and awhile kidnappings are an acceptable compromise.
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( DUH, Robin. c'mon. )
It's a baseball under all the paint. You believe in a moth the size of a human being but you can't believe in a giant ball of paint?
You argue about everything, so, I gotta be ready when you stick your heels in.
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But having a physical copy would be cooler. Who gets to keep it when we've crossed everything off?
[ they're never going to cross everything off. she's going to keep adding stuff up until their joint funerals or whatever. ]
If it's a baseball under all the paint, then it's not a giant ball of paint, it's a giant baseball that's been painted.
And you can't tell me Mothman isn't at least PLAUSIBLE with all the other shit we've seen. Maybe some other foreign government was experimenting in West Virginia.
Yeah, whatever.
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( Steve is very sentimental and DOES squirrel away important friend mementos. he just can't ADMIT he squirrels away their friend mementos. so he must forfeit the friend list to the more acceptably sentimental party in their friendship. )
The baseball is normal sized, it's all the paint that makes it giant. Look, you just gotta see it to get it.
I'm just saying it isn't more believable than a ball of paint I've definitely already seen before. Where's the faith, Buckley, huh? )
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Okay, okay, fine. We'll see if I'm impressed by this giant paint-baseball that you're already totally in love with. Do they sell miniature giant paint baseballs? Do you already have one?
My faith is reserved for stuff I like believing in and having faith in. Anything else gets light to mild doubt or grudging acceptance.
Okay, maybe that's not true, but it sounds cool, doesn't it?
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I'm not in LOVE with it. It's just a place you go when you're in Madison county. Take pictures next to it and pretend it's crushing you or whatever.
If you save it for stuff you like then you should believe me all the time. ( he knows u LIKE HIM BESTIE 🥰😇 )
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Can we take turns pretending we've pushed it to crush each other?
[ damn, he's got her there. ]
Aw, Steve. You're not stuff.
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We're gonna have to go double time to fill out two pages before you go to school. Remember that when I make you get up early for the inevitable road trip.
Stuff, schmuck. Same difference.
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admittedly some of them are going to be pictures he'll hate but oh well ]
Ugh, fine.
but I'm not promising I won't go back to sleep in the car.
Okay, fine.
[ one day it might be a problem that the word schmuck makes her sentimental now ]
I do believe IN you all the time.
I just also sometimes believe you're full of bologna.
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You can't sleep on a roadtrip. That's the one rule of a roadtrip.
Well I believe in you all the time too. Even when you're doing that thing where you think things are true just because you've spent too long freaking out about them.
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That's the only rule of a roadtrip?
Okay, deal. I look forward to finding out how quickly you want to add more rules.
You say that like I'm some kind of crazy person but those things COULD be true
and I'm going to stand by that it was better safe than sorry that we got you tested for rabies for the rest of both of our lives
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( right now he's gonna mark that as a W. when Robin is on her 2nd hour of carpool karaoke, he might reevaluate. )
I'll let you have that one. Honestly can't believe I didn't get Upside Down rabies, you know?
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[ the second hour is all musicals. good luck and godspeed, Stevie. ]
Thank whatever's out there that you didn't, I don't know if I could have pulled off the whole keep your zombie/rabid friend locked up in the shed til there's a cure thing. My parents use the shed a LOT.
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( this is such a strange sentiment to get somewhat choked up about. but also 🥹 aww??? Robin?? ? ? ? ?? ?? )
Keep me in MY shed. My parents never go in there.
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I can't keep you in your shed, that's on the other side of town, it would take me so long to get there to check on you regularly.
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( he will teach her the ways of roadtripping. he refuses to live like a HEATHEN just because they have a lot of rubber to road in their future. )
I'll be Upside Down gooped, I won't know you've got a commute time.
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[ of course he's got strict rules about roadtripping. this is going to be very entertaining. ]
Yeah, but 1) that'll be more time for you to get into trouble and 2) I'll know.
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( stop making the friendventure sound OMINIOUS !!!! )
I'll be gooped, what trouble could I possibly get into? ( Steve remembers Dart and the cellar at the Hendersons and recants, ) Nevermind. Well you'll just have to fix me fast then.
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I'm just... okay, I guess it does sound bad to say I'm warning you that I'm probably going to be hyper and entertaining myself by torturing you a little
Thank goodness I could make all the kiddo-nerd-brains get right on the cure, too
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They better. I think they owe me one. Or twenty.
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WAY more than twenty. WAY more.
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