Part III of My dream

Me: Uh... Not really.
Steph: But you could help her anyways.
John: I will.
Me: (sigh) Okay fine. I guess you could help. Or just stick around anyway.
Veena: So you WANT him to be around...
Me: Well he IS my boyfriend now, right?
Veena: Yeah. Ironic, isn't it?
Me: Ha-ha.
Rae: Gee, Yee Fang, I wonder what you're going to do in that room of yours. All alone. With John.
Me: EW--RACHAEL! I just had breakfast!
Rae: So? Some people do it after breakfast. Some at dawn. And SOME people--
Veena: (laughing) Okay, Rae. We don't need to know. (pats Rae's shoulder)
Steph: (laughing)
John: You guys are disgusting.
Me: Glad someone sees it my way.
Steph: (still laughing) Which is WHY he's your BOYFRIEND!
Me: Ugh. Don't push it in. Wait! Scratch--
Rae: (creepy laugh) I'll push it in, Yee Fang, my shexy shaxophone player.
Me: (facepalm)
Veena: Okaaaay. No commeeeent.
John: (turns to me) So... How did you get stuck with these friends?
Me: (laugh and shrug)
Steph: OHMYGOD! She laughed! At what John said!
Me: Um... Is that supposed to be amazing?
Steph: (shrug) I guess. Hey, is this where your room is?
Me: Uh, that's why I'm turning here. And not continuing up the stairs.
(Steph, Veena and Rae continue up the stairs talking after waving bye to me.)
John: (following me) Your room's on this floor?
Me: Didn't I just explain this to Steph?
John: So that means... I'm on the same floor as you.
Me: Uh... Yeah.
John: Cool... Okay. What room?
Me: Wha?
John: What room do you have?
Me: (pointing to door next to me) This one.
John: Really?
Me: I think. If I'm not being blind.
John: 235?
Me: Yeah. Unless I'm having memory problems too.
John: Ha-ha. Funny.
Me: (unlocking door) Yeah, I know, right? (opens door and drops key in pocket) So. My room. Where's yours?
John: Four doors down.
Me: Seriously?
John: Yeah. So, uh, we gonna unpack or what?
Me: Riiiiight... (points to backpack and duffel bag on bed) There's my stuff. Go knock yourself out.
John: Uh, I'm not your servant.
Me: Riiiiiiiight. (gets up from lying on bed and unzips backpack) Hey! I didn't know I brought my iPod!
John: You have an iPod?
Me: Ha-ha thank you for your compassion.
John: (unzips duffel bag) Wow. A lot of... Handmade stuff.
Me: You could tell?
John: No... It's just that I can't think of a store that would sell clothes like this.
Me: Well you know. Being an artist. I can sew well. I design my own clothes... I just need to figure out where I'm going to move so I can... You know those shops where it's the store on the bottom and the house on top? Well that's what I want...
John: Oh. So... Can I just dump this whole thing out?
Me: Wha?
John: Can I. Dump the things. In the duffel. Out.
Me: What? Oh yeah, sure.
John: (dumps clothes out) Good luck surviving in long jeans.
Me: I plan on it.
John: Flashlight? (holds up flashlight)
Me: Yeah... y'know. For the dark?
John: There's a lamp.
Me: Okay?
John: (holds up bag of cookies) Cookies?
Me: I'm going to the bathroom now.

END OF PART III
... I'm pretty sure I added in stuff and forgot stuff.