BELLA (grabbing my hand and cuddling next to me)
ahhh. this is nice.

TROY
i agree. i love days where were not rushed and can just hang out and go for a long walk like this.

BELLA
yeah.

(longish pause, but still leaning close into me)

BELLA
i wish you were my boyfriend.

TROY
uhhh. what?

BELLA
i wish you were my boyfriend.

TROY
ummm. well that's certainly flattering but, i think i'm kinda not available. not to mention i'm pretty sure that would not even be legal.

BELLA
wait. what? oh. oh! OH! NO! NOOOO! i don't mean i wish YOU yourself was my boyfriend. i mean i wish i was walking with a boyfriend INSTEAD of you. that's what i meant. oh my gawd! father!

TROY
oh. oh! OH! so if i'm understanding this right you wish i, your father, the man who cared for you since birth and changed your dirty diapers and just made a loft bed/desk for you, you wish that man would just poof disappear and be replaced with some dopey kid with long bangs, a crooked smile and saggy jeans who you've known for all of seven minutes.

BELLA
yes. that's what i'm saying. but i don't like saggin' jeans.