c.m. ~ married

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D2
Dorms, L.A.
Wednesday, 1994
09:19 p.m.

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"When are you getting married?"

"Y/n, we are literally just 12 year old kids. We are barely teenagers and stop asking that!" Guy shouts.

"Well, it's feels like it's been so long since you guys dated. Like, ages!" I said. "It's only been a year and a half, Y/n." Said Connie, softly.

"Well, it felt like 10 years. Besides, you guys are like my parents but less strict and Guy is my brother and Connie is my best friend." I said.

"Why do you even want us to get married so badly?" Said Guy. "So, Connie and I will be sisters...? What else is there? If you would've had married a different girl, it would be hard for me to get along because of how cold-hearted I am." I said.

"I don't remember the part where that's my problem." Said Guy. "And what I do end up marrying a different girl?" He asks. "Oh, so you're gonna leave Connie? How could you?" I said.

"That was never my intention!" He said and Connie was giggling at us arguing.

"It's okay Y/n. We'll be just like sister even if I don't marry Guy. Which is not going to happen! I believe deep in my heart I will marry him sometime in the near future." She said.

"Well, when you guys get married. Make sure to name one of your kids 'Y/n' because that girl was a very special part in their relationship." I said.

"Shut up, Y/n." Guy said, nudging me as we all laughed.

"Oh, I would be such a great aunt too! Damn, I gotta get rich before you two get married." I said.

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I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING. I CAN'T

UGH I HATE IT WHEN I HAVE NOTHING GOOD, IT MAKES ME FEEL LAME.

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