How I met your father...Part 2.

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"WHO SAID THAT!!" Shank ur nAn guy said, calmly.

"I did." Said a figure, emerging from the shadows of the 300 aisles.

The figure was Gemma.

She grinned, and had her hands behind her back, like one of those Disney villains would do.

"I said it. If you didn't hear me. Any objections to what I said? No? Good." She continued.

"I DID NOTHING. I SWEAR. I'M NO FECKIN' HOMEWRECKER INNIT" Shank ur nAn guy responded, sweating, pulling out his shank, (not his swiss pocket knife, sadly.) and holding it out defensively, but his hands shook, so that kinda ruined the effect, like if you made a pizza and put pineapple on it, that would ruin the joy of eating a perfectly good pizza, with its perfect cheesy layers, and sauce, oh the SAUCE. I COULD RANT ABOUT THAT MARVELOUS CONCOCTION ALL DAY! But alas, I cannot do that. (I am totally not forced to write this story. Like totally.)

"A-ha but so you see-"

"SHUT UP MATE, I DID NOTHIN' I WAS BACK IN ME GAFF OR AT A WEDDIN' BRUV, PLUS I HAVE A FECKIN' DOG ON TOP OF THAT, DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE BLOODY TIME TO MAKE OUT WITH SOME PIECE OF MID SHI-" The priest said, breathing deeply, while sweating a few litres, and to top it off, he dropped his shank, purely from all of the sweat he was emitting from his body.

"Um, actually-" GEMMA tried to say, pointing her index finger, like the nerd she is.

"Nerd. AND ALSO, I LOVE YOU RICH, I REALLY DO!1!1 I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU WITH SOMEONE AS HORRID AS HIM!-" Ben objected.

"That's not what you said last night"

"Wait- WHAT" Rick said, looking close to tears.

"Can someone please let me speak for once-?" Gemma asked sadly.

"NOPE, AND GLEN! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! DARLING, ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER!! ALL THOSE YEARS, WHAT DID THAT BRING US? NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. DOES ANY OF THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?.. Just..ugh.YOU SELFISH IDIOT...I can't believe I trusted you. You goddamn filthy cheater." Rick said, sighing at the end.

"I swear, it was just once-!" Ben responded.

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE UP FOR WHAT YOU DID!!! I'M AN IDIOT. THINKING THAT I KNEW YOU. I TRULY DIDN'T KNOW YOU. YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE OTHERS. I can't believe I..trusted you." Rick sniffed at the end, turning away from the crowd, while looking like he was crying, but he tried to be alpha sigma male and suck it up.

"...what others?"

(you can guess who said that.)

Meanwhile, Huberto was in the crowd, serving popcorn and overpriced slushies for €4.99 each.

He was making real big bank.

~_-🌹🍇🥀🍇🥀🍇🥀🍇🌹-_~

"Uhh, can I speak now, even though everything I was gonna say has been said already?" Gemma asked, waiting for an answer.

"Fine, carry on." Ben said, going "grrr" at the end because this was technically her fault.

"Alright, so like any other person would do when they're going to some sort of event is go shopping, right?" she continued.

"What does that have to do with anything at all?" Ben asked, looking annoyed.

"Just let me continue."

"Fine."

"Right, so when I was finished shopping, I went back home to my house in the lidl cupboard- I mean, my apartment at the, um Balbriggan lighthouse. But does it help that the walls are made out of paper, and that Shank ur nAn guy lives right next to me?" She asked, looking at the audience.

"No, it doesn't. I hear everything, when I say 'everything', I mean everything."

She looked at the crowd, expecting them to interrupt her with some stupid excuse.

"So, basically, when I got back to my apartment, guess what I heard!" Gemma said, looking at the crowd.

"THEY WERE HAVING SE-" Somebody in the crowd yelled.

"Not quite, but anyways, I heard them making plans. Plans to assassinate Rick and take all of his money. Plans so that they could be together. Isn't that just, kinda odd, like they were planning this for months?..."

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT!!! RICH BELIEVE ME! I SWEAR, I DID NOTHING!!! SHES LYING"

Ben said, shouting madly.

"Huh, what the flip is happening right now" Huberto wondered aimlessly, giving someone their popcorn.

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haha cliffhanger. 739 words. Pretty short ngl. (with this note)

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