TW- smut, cussing, yelling.
Wordcount: 2,484
You finish packing your bag and zip up your backpack before grabbing your phone, going onto snapchat and messaging your bestfriend, eve.
You: HEY GIRLBOSS.
You put your phone down and a few minutes pass before you hear your phone buzz.
Eve: HEY SLAY QUEEN.
You: 💃🏼💃🏼🤭
Eve: I havent talked to you in a few days, that's kinda homophobic y/n.
You: Ik ik alot has happened 😃
Eve: Okkkk sooo 👹TELL ME👹
You: okay okay its alot just call me.
Eve: OK
*Incoming calling*
"Hiii"
"Hiii, so tell mee."
"Okay, so you remember Ellie right? My mom's friend?"
"Uh- oh wait yeah, the one you thought was hot?"
"Yeah- we're dating now."
"What- LUCKY SHE'S HOT."
"I KNOW, The only bad part Is she's my mom's friend so yk... also she's my psychiatrist..."
"Oh! Well just gotta keep it a secret, I mean your mom can't really do anything, right?"
"Uh- well she'll probably befriend Ellie and hate me even more than she already does... along with just being extremely homophobic."
"I mean when isn't she extremely homophobic though..?"
"I mean yeah- but still, anyways, I'm going to sleepover at her house tonight!"
"Are you now," eve teases.
"Oh shut up, I swear."
"I mean who said that, slay girl."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No."
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"I'm kidding."
"I know."
"Okay imma go now, I'll text you later tonight if I can, if not I'll definitely text you tomorrow."
"Okay, bye bye!"
"Byee!"
*Hangs up*
You put your phone on your bed and go out into the living room, seeing your mom in the kitchen with Matt, cooking dinner.
He is sitting at the kitchen table watching her while she cooks in complete silence.
"Uhm what the actual fuck..."
"Uh mom?"
"What."
"I was wondering if I was able to go over to Ellie's tonight?"
"Why?"
"Uh so I can get out of the house for a little, I haven't been out really in a while."
"I don't care y/n."
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They're My Problems... Not Yours.
Fanfiction*In this story, Dr. Ellie Staple is just a regular psychiatrist and has nothing to do with the clover organization.* - After your Dads passing, your mom makes you an appointment with a psychiatrist. She's noticed that your mental health has been get...
