"𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅."
"𝑶𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two best friends are in love with each other but are too afraid for something real du...
Reminder that when I show the outfits, she's not wearing the accessories or shoes unless I say. The shoes she wears are black high top converse. She has a black backpack. I have states this before, and I hope that you read it when I did!
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TW: Slight mentions of scars.
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I'm eating breakfast at the Matthew's house as Cory and I listen to Eric's pathetic phone call with a girl.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't call you back, Kristen. I forgot. You forgive me?" Eric asks.
I scoff.
He looks at the phone, I assume that she hung up. I would too.
"Apparently not." Eric says as he sits down.
"I wonder why." I say bluntly as I sip my orange juice.
Eric rolls his eyes, "You know the big difference between guys and girls-- girls want commitment, guys want girls."
"What's the matter with commitment?" Cory asks.
"You are so eleven." Eric scoffs.
"It's almost like he is, dingus." I say sarcastically.
Eric flicks my forehead.
Mr. Matthews walks in from outside.
"Hey, where's your mom?" Mr. Matthews asks.
"She just blew through here a minute ago looking for contracts or something. I don't know." Eric says.
"Hey, Dad, I'm pretty sure Mr. Feeny numbers those things." Cory says referring to the rose Mr. Matthews is holding.
"Well, this was hanging on our side of the fence so its number is up." Mr. Matthews says.
Mrs. Matthews walks in from the living room.
"I know I put those papers around here somewhere." Mrs. Matthews says.
"Now, you look very nice this morning." Mr. Matthews compliments.
Mrs. Matthews spots the papers, "Oh, there they are! I need them for the closing on that brick split-level on oak street."
"In fact, you look downright huggable." Mr. Matthews says.
"Hi, hon." Mrs. Matthews says finally acknowledging her husband. Mr. Matthews goes in for a hug.
Right before Mr. Matthews hugs her, she walks towards the stairs.
"Morgan! Your oatmeal's ready!" Mrs. Matthews yells to Morgan.
"You know, you're gonna be leaving soon, and that window of hugging opportunity will close." Mr. Matthews says.
