MIA
MIA: Are you awake?
AUTUMN: No. This better be an emergency.
MIA: It is an emergency.
AUTUMN: It's not an emergency. If it was, you would have called.
MIA: I fucked Justin last night. (You were right. It wasn't an emergency.)
AUTUMN: You did what??? (No, I was wrong! This IS an emergency. WTH?)
MIA: You read it correctly the first time...I fucked Justin last night.
AUTUMN: I know. LOL. Just making sure my eyes aren't playing tricks on me.
MIA: It's definitely not a trick.
AUTUMN: I can't believe you did that. (Was it good?)
MIA: I can't believe it either. I'm not sure what's going to happen next. (Hell, yes.)
AUTUMN: Details? His room? Your room? (I think I'm speechless....Truly speechless.)
MIA: Living room couch, but...
AUTUMN: But what????
MIA: That wasn't the first time it happened. The first time was on the kitchen floor.
AUTUMN: How romantic. Am I missing the part where he apologized for the past? The part where you two discuss getting back together?
MIA: No. It was just sex. I technically still hate him.
AUTUMN: If you keep screwing him, the hate will eventually go away. Especially if it's as good as you say.
MIA: It was good, really good. It was better than it was in high school even. If there was some way we could just not talk to each other, I would love to just keep fucking him. That's it.
I refresh my messages, waiting for Autumn's usual faster-than-the-speed-of-light reply, but it doesn't come.
MIA: Hey, are you there? What do you think about what I proposed? Is it possible for me to simply sleep with someone I hate on a regular basis without any consequences?
AUTUMN: What are you talking about? The last thing I got from you was that you technically still "hate" him.
My jaw drops as another text comes through.
JUSTIN: The sex was definitely better than it was in high school, and there are plenty of ways that we could not talk to each other, since I would love to keep fucking you, too. (I'm assuming your previous text was supposed to go to Autumn. Tell her I said hello.)
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Resentment - (18+)
FanfictionRe•sent•ment: The act of hating - no, loathing Justin Bieber. (Yes, I'm well aware that's not the actual definition, but it might as well be . . .) It's been ten years since we've seen each other and the feelings are still as strong. I'm not going t...
