Stepping into my depression palace, they rush to greet Boris. Exchanging their high-fives and casual head nods, i shut the door "hello to you too" sarcasm oozing from every orface.
Spiteful? Yes. Am i sorry? Fuck no.
Wandering into the room, i stand by Boris' side, holding his hand. "I love you babe" he kisses my head, i look up and smile, the smile fading as i remember our company.
Dreading the dinner, i hand them all beers, maybe they're less annoying if they're drunk.
Nope, i was wrong. Boris? Charming as ever, them arseholes- hahaha quite the contrary. The senseless babble driving me crazy, suddenly it falls silent. Did i fart? I thought i held it... Shittttt... Boris kneels before me, a small velvet box in his hand "will you marry me?" Our eyes firmly interwoven. "Yes" our gaze finally breaks as i admire the ring, he slips it easily onto my finger, standing and drawing me into his chest. Congratulations arise from his friends.
GOD, SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU'RE RUINING THE MOMENT.
Hours later, they leave. Boris instantly wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up with ease. Boom, bish bash bosh, we do the sex. Keeping this PG Guys, jeez. Get a grip, horny fucks. Then we snuggle and sleep. Romance for dayz.
*****
Months of engagement pass, all is good. Im dying inside, hes smiling and throwing petting zoo wedding ideas at me left, right and center. What man wants to be balls deep in pig shit on his wedding day? I mean... Hes unique ill give him that.
Well, he was...
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