"Why can't you be more like your 1P!? He acts nothing like you, and I like that! He's calm, cool, and collected! Maybe if you didn't but into things all the ti-"
"Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth, _________!? Your yapper is giving me an ear infection from your annoying voice! Maybe if you weren't so busy fucking ever guy in school-"
"Are you calling me a slut, Matthieu!?"
"You said it, not me! I was thinking it, but not once did it come out of my mouth".
There was a slight pause as you looked the scruffy-looking blonde up and down. You two had been best friends since grade school, and you had your differences. But, this; this was getting out of control. The two of you had just got back from the movies, so it was already pretty late. You found the movie to be rather boring, but Matt thought it was the most amazing thing since puttin. When he asked you what you thought about it, you gave him an honest answer.
"That was probably the most boring movie I've ever seen", you stated plainly.
Obviously, that reply didn't suit Matthieu one bit. And here you two are; arguing over a damn movie.
You let out an annoyed noise, grabbing your things-which were set on a chair once you two arrived back at his house.
"Where the hell are you going, ___________?" Matthieu asked with his arms folded over. His light-blue eyes looked at your moving figure as it motioned towards his front door.
"I'm sorry, but I thought I was a slut? I should probably go back home before my stripper pole gets cold", you said with a sweet smile.
You knew that pissed him off. Whenever you two fought and you were the first to walk out, you'd give him a sweet smile as if everything was alright.
You walked out of his front door and slammed it behind you, hearing glass break a few seconds later.
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She left with that same damn expression. FUCK ME! Why do I always do this!? Geez, I'm such a screw up.
I paced back and forth in frustration, my left hand on my hip as my right ran through my dirty blonde bangs in thought. I grit my teeth and clenched my gold locks harder before swiftly picking up a nearby vase and throwing it across the room. When I didn't hear a crash, I looked back in the direction I threw it. I noticed Al there, who had caught it.
"Why the fuck are you in my house, Al?" I asked with annoyance.
A smirk wiped across his face as he walked back over to me and took my hand, placing the vase back in it. Al gave me a look of 'it's your fault and you know it'.
With a deep growl, I turned my head, not wanting to admit my mistake and poor word choice. Before I replied, I let out a small sigh.
"Yeah, Yeah, i know. I'll go apologize to her. Now, get the hell out of my house before I forcefully shove this vase up your ass. In a very...VERY...gay way".
With that, Al was off out the front door. ____________'s car had already been gone from my driveway, so I had no other choice but to talk to drive to her place and go talk to her.
What a pain in the ass...
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You pulled into your driveway and took an extra moment to get out of your red mustang. You let out a sigh, running a hand through your bangs. You put the car in park and took the keys from the ignition, getting out soon after. You walked to your front door and opened it with a different key, walking inside after swinging the door open with frustration.
You were tired and annoyed and didn't want to do anything but go to bed. But you needed to take a shower.
You set all of your belongings down by the door and made your way to your bedroom, starting to take off your coat at the same time. You walked to your bathroom, you clothes all over the floor from stripping, and turned the shower on. You waited for the water to heat up and decided to walk across the way to your bedroom, gathering your pajamas and necessities.
You closed your bathroom door after walking in and set your clothes down on the counter near the sink, stepping into the shower carefully.
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I drove to ____________ 's house and saw that she made it home safely. She gave me a key to her place, so I reluctantly was able to open her door without a problem. When I walked in, I noticed her things lying all over the ground.
"_______~?" I called out as I looked around.
I followed the articles of clothing, which led to the bathroom. I knocked on the door softly, in hopes she would hear me.
"Hey, ________. You in there?" I asked.
I looked down at the door knob and hesitated to twist it to the right. Once I gathered the courage to open the door, the steam hit my body hard. It was hot and I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt.
Before I could speak, __________ started talking to herself.
Why does he have to be so harsh...? I mean....I know I've known him all my life, but...what he said back there was just....ugh! He makes my blood boil in so much frustration, that I don't know weather to hate him or love him."
She paused for a moment, letting out a sigh.
"But...I love that side of him, to be honest. When he gets angry over something so simple, it may piss me off, but...I just want to pull him in and kiss him. Hehe~...and let's not forget his amazing eyes. I just want to stare into them forever. Such a beautiful blue compliments those sexy dirty-blonde strands of hair perfectly".
I clenched my hand into a fist and pulled back the shower curtains swiftly.
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You heard the curtain open from behind you, making you turn to see who it was. It was none other than Matthieu. Before you could scream at him, he leaned in attached his lips to yours. You had the urge to push him off, but you just melted into the kiss, slowly closing your eyes.
When Matthieu pulled off gently, you noticed his hair was getting wet from the shower. He leaned his forehead against yours before speaking.
"________...", he started.
You placed a finger to his lips to stop him, giving the taller one a sweet smile.
"Apology accepted".
And with that, you pulled him in for another kiss, forcing your best friend into the shower with you.
