Info - mean reader, singer reader, worry about abuse, whipped Timmy, mention of sex
"Why do you stay with her?" Timothée's friend whispered.
"She's sweet," Timothée said in a dreamy voice.
"You're sure you don't need help?" He asked.
"Help?" Timothée laughed.
"She's not....abusive?"
I was listening in. It was very hard to hold my tongue. I knew I had a temper, along with resting bitch face and an attitude, but I never used any of those things against Timothée. I used them mostly against assholes and paparazzi.
"That girl is the love of my life. She's not in the least bit abusive. She cooks me all my favourite foods and writes me love songs. That new chart topper is about me, I think it's lovely," Timothée was swooning over me. I smiled to myself. I loved him so much.
"Dude, I just think-"
I couldn't take it any longer. I marched out from behind the wall. His friend's face fell completely.
"He told you he's fine. You can leave or I'll escort you out," I snapped.
"See Timothée she's-"
"Oh she's just being silly," Timothée said in a love sick voice.
"Timothée-"
"I'd like to fuck my boyfriend now, so please leave before you're scared for life," I said and pushed his friend towards the door.
"Goodbye," I smiled fakely and slammed the door behind him.
"He had some weird idea that you're mean," Timothée laughed and circled his arms around my waist. He buried his face in my neck. "As if my sweet heart could be mean."
"How about we spend more time with Kid Cudi, I mean if your other friends are going to call me abusive," I asked.
"Whatever you want dear."
