i finally finished sharting. i needed help cleaning my asshole and eddy pookie bear helped me. i think i should give him a chance. hmmmm. maybe.
i walk back out of the bathroom, staring into his dark mysterious brown eyes. he hold eye contact for a good 15 seconds. we stare at each other until he finally speaks up.
"are you okay y/n?" he asks. honestly, i don't know. but i don't tell him that because i dont want him to think too much of it. "yeah" i say. i dont want him to worry.
"ummm okay." he says, not sounding convinced. i decide to try to convince him. "trust me, i'm completely fine. i just i was constipated and it had to come out."
"okay pookie shart bear y/n. if you say so." I sigh. he already has so much on his plate with his argument with his imaginary friend Carlos. Him and Carlos were fighting over me.
*FLASHBACK*
"yo cuh... ed? i gotta tell u something." "yeah?" ed sheeran says. "yo jhit so i lowkey gotta crush on yo girl... yk she bad af." eddy bear's anger starts to rise up as his face gets red. oh no. he's entering his alpha mode "what.. did you just say." Carlos is starting to get worried.
"yo yo look man i didnt mean too man cmon i know you ain't that mad cuh." eddy pookie bear grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pushes him against the wall. "I swear to you. if you ever touch her. i'll mess you up jhit."
*FLASHBACK OVER*
