//waterparks preferences//

☆coping mechanism~geoff~☆

hey rats told you id make a part dos of this
i kept my promise so you'd better enjoy it
sorry for the aggression but im salty today so what ya gonna do
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Your eyes burned, partly with rage, partly with hot tears. Faintly, you could hear Geoff running after you, yelling your name.

You didn't want to call an Uber. You didn't want to do anything but yell into a void and cry into a pillow at the same time. He caught you at the crosswalk.

"Y/N, please-" "Please what?" You whipped around to face him. "I don't owe you anything." "I'm sorry, I never meant to let it get that far." "You shouldn't have let it anywhere, Geoff! I'm your girlfriend, for Christ's sake! That means no flirting, dancing with, or kissing other people!"

"Y/N..." His voice trailed off. You turned all the way, facing him with your whole body now. You took his striped sleeve in your hand. "You see this?" He nodded uncertainly. "This is Geoff's shirt. This?" You yanked on his hair. "That's Geoff's hair. And that's Geoff's face. But you're not Geoff. Geoff would never do this. Ever."