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❛YOU'RE DISGUSTING.❜
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Miki: So what are you gonna wear for your date today?
Your ditzy friend kicked her legs back and forth as she lies on her stomach, her chin in her palms. You were rummaging through the closet in your room at the hotel (which was actually very nice, not that you'd admit that).
Y/N: I don't know- probably something bummy so he gets uninterested.
You looked back at her with a scowl, your hair bouncing at your shoulders.
Y/N: And don't call it a date. We're just meeting.
Miki: Meeting for lunch. At a cafe. With your future husband.
Y/N: STOP calling him that.
You seethed, grabbing a shirt from a hangar.
Miki: But that's what this is!
Y/N:No, it's a phase Uncle Jon is going through.
You harshly opened a drawer.
Y/N: I'm just going with the flow until he realizes how utterly stupid this is.
Miki rolled over and twiddled her fingers.
Miki: What if it's not stupid?
You glared at her, your eyes emitting pure anger.
Y/N: What.
Miki: I- I'm just saying that... y'know... this could be a good thing.
She looked at you from her upside-down position.
Miki: I mean- just think of all the money you'd get! Your grandkids grandkids would be rich.
She marveled.
Miki: And who knows- maybe you'll actually catch feelings-
Y/N: Miki.
The girl knew this side of you; when someone truly angered you, vexed you, you had this tone of voice that just dared anyone to try you. She sat up on her knees, prepared for a scolding. Instead, you just sighed.
Y/N: That's not how I want to live my life, that's not what Mom would want, that's not what either of them would want-
Your gaze went to the floor.
Y/N: I just want them to not have died in vain. So I'll be damned if I'd just give up my life to be a rich, sad, lonely mother with children that I don't even like.
