It's the beginning of the month...
M.V.: OMG HEYYYY ITS BEEN LIKE A MONTH CAN I LIKE CRASH OVER AT YOUR PLACE!! *Squeezes you so hard* (insert red heart emoji)
Me: Wait what?? It's already been a month??!! *groans and rolls my eyes*
M.V.: YES IT HAS!!! AND IM ALREADY HERE!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!!(Insert excited emoji)
Me: Ugh fine! You're lucky I have to deal with you because you literally will never leave!!! I can't wait until I'm old and you can finally leave..
M.V.: DO NOT SAY THAT EVER AGAIN YOUNG WOMAN OR ELSE I WILL GET ANGRY! YOU STILL HAVEN'T OPENED THE DOOR YET MISSY! (Insert angry devil emoji)
I slowly unwillingly open the door and M.V. rushes in bringing her red balloons with her. I hated those red balloons...it was her trademark and she always would pop them just to make a mess.
"Here you go!! I know you don't like them but you have to take them." M.V. says with a sickenly sweet smile while handing some of her red balloons to me. "Oh, and remember the rule! I am not leaving until I have gotten rid of all these balloons..." She continued pointing to the bag of red balloons just waiting to be blown up. I internally groaned at the thought of all of them popping around my house...
I reluctantly took the balloons holding it with disgust since the color was a horrid bloody red. And just when I thought I could maybe hide them behind the sofa or something... they popped in my hand. Lets just say 7 balloons popping in your face, against your skin hurts like hell. The best part was that there was a bit of red paint in each one.
"HAHAHA OH.. MY.. GAWD THAT WAS JUST HA TOO FUNNYYYY!!" M.V. tackled me down laughing and running out of breath onto the sofa. I just layed there with her weight on me...unable to move.
Great, now I gotta clean up this mess before anyone sees and then deal with her... My life sucks. I think while trying to adjust my position so M.V.'s elbow or knee wasn't jabbing into my stomach.
This is useless.
A/N
Might add a second part today or tomorrow but if anyone is dealing with this piece of shit named M.V. then...I feel you...till later...sayonara...hasta lavista baby...chao...watevs
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