My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

H: Angel

*One of us is crying by Abba-mamma Mia: here we go again version (Lyrics slightly altered to fit characters thought process)*
Setting: middle of school year 2037-2038...

"SHEY!"

"BUZZ OFF HOWLETT!"

"Shey come on!" Angel calls as he follows her around the auto shop, "just talk ta me!"

"I've gotta business ta run ere n I told ta screw off," she tells him sternly as her temper starts to boil

"Would ya at least just listen ta me?!"

"Ain't nothin ta hear," she states curtly, "I knows what I saw, now fer the last time get lost befere I blow my gasket n go she-hulk on ya-or worse," she practically growls at him, "say somethin I might regret later."

"Hershey-"

"Fer the love of-" she starts as she slams her clipboard down on her desk, "DON'T call me Hershey. I'm too hacked off ta talk ta right now,, she states, "so stop pushin yer luck n burn rubber on yer bike or DDT playboy."

"What the hell happened ta talkin things out?!"

"Y'all tell me!" She screams back, "they seemed ta ave gone out the window with the slut in yer bed."

"It ain't like that Shey!" He snaps at her, "n I think ya know that."

"Right," she huffs, "they say I picture's worth a thousand words," she states as she pulls a yellow envelope & then throws it at him, "let's see exactly how many y'all got fer these."

     Nothing is said between them as he opens it, removes the contents & looks over the various photographs depicting him talking to, kissing, & more with other girls. He examines every detail of them carefully, his face scrunching up in anger with each one he looks at...

"WELL?!"

"W-where did ya get these?" He asks as he falls into the office desk chair in white as a sheet shock

"It ain't from 'where,' it's from 'who' n what's it matter?! Point is that I ave em!"

"..." he remains silent as he takes in her words with a blank stare of disbelief

"..." she just glares at him

"These ain't what they seem Shey-"

"They look pretty point blank ta me."

"I didn't do nothin with none of em," he tells her getting annoyed

"Yer holdin photos that says otherwise..."

"Y'all know photos n videos can be faked Shey."

"Please," she huffs, "everyone knows ya only get gals once befere dumpin em, n then they ain't likely ta be in the same room as ya unless forced-"

"Photoshopped ya cavity-"

"If y'all know what's fer ya, ya won't finish that statement."

"What's it gonna take ta make y'all fergive me?" He sighs out in defeat & exhaustion from the argument, "Huh? We been tagether fer almost two years now Shey," he tells her what she already knows, "n ya still don't trust me-thought ya would've by now..."

"It's hard ta know what ta believe between the gossip ya hear n the convincin things ya see-"

"What things sugar? What things ave ya seen me do o-or...WHAT?! Just tell me so we can talk it out!"

"Ain't nothin ta talk bout," she huffs, "ya clearly too a trip outta town ta slutsville-"

"I didn't go nowheres or do nothin!" He snaps as he grabs her arm when she tries to walk away, "DAMN IT SHEY! Why wo ya listen what I'm sayin?!"