Brittany walked through the door, exhausted by a day that had lasted an entire seven chapters and counting. The planning for this was not immaculate.
The house was quiet. Her alcoholic mother was probably out gambling.
Brittany headed up the stairs and threw herself onto her bed while her phone pinged annoyingly. Sugar.
[420 ⏰, 70 ♡]
"any requests 4 2morrow?? ;;)"
VIRGIN ALERT.
Brittany's eyes hovered over her options.
<Whatever's your favourite, my sweet sugar.~>
<Shut the hell up, you background character popularised because of a ship and some spare pity!>
Brittany chose the latter, then sighed and flung her phone across her bed, settling into her pillows silently.
Despite her exhaustion, she wasn't able to fall asleep. No, she was too antsy for that.
Between her feelings for both the rat and Chase, her argument with Chewy from Twice, and Tokyo Ghoul OP1 Unravel by L.K from TK Sigature playing on loop inside her brain, Brittany wasn't able to drown out her annoying thoughts.
Thus, she grabbed her headphones and listened to her favourite song.
Call Me Chad.
By Chad. Ft. Brad and Dad.
I'm so rad u can call me Chad.
I follow fads cuz they make me glad.
I have a brother, his name is Brad.
Sometimes he gets really mad.
He has fists that are iron clad.
When he hits me it makes me sad.
When he does this, I call my dad.
Though he models for magazine ads wearing Oikawa plaid,
He is not a very cool lad.
Me? I'm good at math, I can add.
I even got into SCAD.
Yeah I'm dope, but don't be sad.
Chill, take a vacay, to trinidad.
Oh, you're broke? Sometimes it b like dat.
Can't relate, got stacks of money in wads.
From selling that mansion my family had.
Used that cash to pay for a car in CAD.
(Keep the change.)
Pockets so swole I need a brace or a heated pad.
Maybe I'll buy one from my friend Fahd.
You're streaming this song, and for that I'm glad.
So maybe I'll tone down my flexing, just a tad.
The prospect of a robbery gives me GAD.
But hey, gotta say, just had lunch with Putin, Vlad.
Then shared dessert with the Mossad.
Soon I'll be famous, so start my portrait's pochade.
Wanted to sell autographs but my dad forbad.
But deposits? To my account? Just a superadd!
Hope you enjoyed this aubade,
Originally made to be a trad.
[Will be available on Soundcloud soon enough.]
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{Story Mode: Sugar.}
While Brittany had drifted off to sleep, comforted by the relatable words of a wise artist, Sugar had taken a break from his homework to check his phone.
If he was being honest, he'd been side eying it all evening, willing it to light up with news of a new notification from the most popular abg in all the land.
The idiot had forgotten it'd been set to Do Not Disturb. Since he didn't have many friends, it wasn't easy to realise such a fact anyway. Kudos to him.
He checked the her text. Yikes. Swallowing his tears and dignity, he texted back.
"rm 666, 6:66 am. cya thereee~"
[420 ⏰, 69 ♡]
