❛ i like shiny things, but i'd marry you
with paper rings. uh-huh, that's right,
darlin', you're the one i want. and i hate
accidents, except when we went from
friends to this. uh-huh, that's right, darlin',
you're the one i want. ❜
꒰ 🥋 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
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( PAPER RINGS ) 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 ──────── 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ❛ if you go down, then we go done together. ❜
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NEON LIGHTS SURROUNDED MEGAN as she stood between her sister and Sam inside the arcade of Golf N' Stuff. After their day at the dojo, Robby and Miguel had plotted a plan to hopefully aspire a friendship between Sam and Tory. Megan was just the collateral damage.
Robby punched the arcade's machine with a smile on his face as the force monitor climbed into the upper eight-hundreds. "It's all in the legs."
"Yeah, well, congrats on your rather... average leg strength sir," Miguel sarcastically congratulates.
"Hey! I only got, like, six hundred fifty last time," Megan tells Miguel.
Robby laughs at his girlfriend's comment and looks around to his friends. "Anyone else want to try?" Megan could tell he was attempting to get the other girls involved, but they simply stared at him blankly. "I'm good," Tory deadpans, earning a nod of agreement from Sam.
Megan kisses her teeth. "Touch crowd."
"Okay," Miguel nods. "What about the, uh, batting cages? I heard there's a new fast pitch."
Megan smiles nods her head, bumping her sister's shoulder to attempt to cheer her up. "Yeah, that sounds good. Tory? Sam? You up for it?"
"Sounds fun." Tory doesn't offer a single glance or expression of emotion as she walks past her sister. Megan looks at Robby and the two race forward, attempting to lighten her mood.
"Alright, Ms. Debby Downer. What the hell's going on with you? You sound like a robot." Megan asks as she walks beside Tory.
"Just not in the mood for pitching. Or fifth wheeling with my sister, her boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend and my nemesis."
Robby puts his hands up. "It was Miguel's idea."
Megan looks at him, knowing damn well it was all his idea. "We just thought it would help you and Sam to stop avoiding each other. You know, we are all on the same team now."
