The Inevitable 'I Told You So'

B.: Ok, so, remind me again how you know he’s the one?

R.: Well, look at him! He's so dreamy and talented and artistic! :sighs:

B.: ...Aham... Riiiight... So that's it then? He's good looking and knows how to carry a tune? That’s enough?

R.: It's plenty!

B.: But you don’t know anything about the guy. You haven’t spoken two words to him.

R.: We've spoken lots! Remember the time in the elevator when he was visiting his dad?

B.: And you were like twelve?

R.: :squints: ...Shut up. Remember when I was sixteen? When I went to that party? The awesome one? The masquerade one? The super...

B.: califragilisticexpialidocious?

R.: Shut up! Oh, my God! You're so annoying. I’m eighteen, I’m not a child anymore! I'm going to bed. I hope he calls soon.

B.: I'm sure he will...
:continues to sing: Even though the sound of it is something quite atro...

R.: ...Shut up you annoying little... :grunts in annoyance:

*Three years later*

R.: :crying her eyes out:

B.: Rose, I hate to do this, but I told you... I did tell you he was bad for you... Unworthy of your love and devotion... You deserve so much, much better than that asshole...

R.: :whispers: ...Shut up, brain...