"okay, so," walker started hesitantly. "will you be my girlfriend?"
i stare at him, silent. in shock, i do nothing but blink at him.
"shit. i-i mean fake girlfriend. i should've specified." he sputtered, smiling awkwardly.
"yeah, you should've."
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hi guys i think it's worth mentioning that this isn't exactly a slow burn. felt necessary for future moments. ALSO THE TITLE--i dont like the song but like. it was too accurate.
what just happened? why did i do that? since when was i capable of being so chill after doing something like that?
i lay on bed in the dark, just allowing myself to sit in what happened. i hadn't gotten unready yet, because i was currently in a state of shock.
that was so messed up. on so many levels. practice? really, me? really? why would i do that? it's not like i liked him. in what world would it make sense for me to do that? heat of the moment, or something? i got caught up in my emotions? agh, this is horrible,
i stared at my ceiling, the only sort of light source being the moonlight coming in from the window. i tried to bury my face in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut.
walker's lips on mine.
i quickly sat up, opening my eyes wide. i shudder and shake my head. i frantically search for my phone, in which i had tossed randomly on my bed, and it was now lost.
i find it, though, and i have a load of instagram notifications, along with some texts. and by 'some texts', i mean about a million texts from the group chat that consisted of me, leah, dior, xochitl, momona, and mckenna--in which we had named 'boys go to jupiter to get more stupider, girls go to college to get more knowledge🤭'
