“I guess I’ll stop with the humming then,” Tony teased opening his beer. “It is a good song for you though.” He took a sip and kissed Summer on the cheek. “Just keep your head high and make sure those bitches fail.”
“It’s so hard,” she mumbled. “/Knowing/ what they feel — even indifference hurts, Tony. I want to be /special/, to be liked and wanted.” She turned the cup in her hands. “I thought, when I came here, that things would be different. That I’d find more than one or two people who were like me. After all,” Summer managed a trembling smile, “I can’t ask you to devote all your time to me.”
“You should kill them.” Tony laughed, stroking her hair. “I finally watched Carrie. You could totally do that stuff. Just set them on fire or whatever.” He grinned. “Or we could just lay here on the couch complaining about people forever. I’m fine with either honestly.”
That stirred a laugh out of her. “Are you going to break me out of jail if I do set them on fire?” Summer set the tea aside, looking up at Tony with tear-wet lashes, but trying to smile.