Emo Aaron
Aaron just told me a story about his childhood. It's not important what, but it is important that in the end he burned a poem in a jar, closed the lid, and wrote "Broken Dreams" on the top. I say "You're so emo, Aaron."
"Shut up!"
I gesture up and down at his completely black clothing that he earlier described as his Hamlet costume. He tries to think of a way to prove me wrong, so he unzips his pants and shows me that his boxers aren't black. But, oh wait, they are.
"FUCK!"