ProblemChild:
Exactly how fucking dense ARE you?
ParentalFigure:
What's that supposed to mean?
ProblemChild:
That song wasn't meant for Harry!
ParentalFigure:
But there are no other emos in the group chat!
ParentalFigure:
Unless you count me, but I don't consider myself emo.
ProblemChild:
Shut up. You're emo.
ParentalFigure:
Are you saying ... the song was meant for me?
ProblemChild:
Yes! He loves YOU! He's been hinting like CRAZY and you just never got it!
ParentalFigure:
Shit .... I'm a fucking idiot.
ProblemChild:
Yes, you are. But I still love you, parental figure.
ParentalFigure:
Love you, too, problem child.
ParentalFigure:
That said, what should I do?
ProblemChild:
Isn't it obvious?
ParentalFigure:
It is, but I'm afraid.
ProblemChild:
Just talk to him. Tell him how you feel.
ParentalFigure:
That's the thing! I don't know how I feel!
ProblemChild:
You should still talk to him. Sometimes talking to the potential love interest helps you figure it out.
ParentalFigure:
How do you know?
ProblemChild:
It's what happened to Fumi.
ParentalFigure:
Of course...
ParentalFigure:
Fine, I'll talk to him.
ProblemChild:
Sweet! Good luck!
ParentalFigure:
Thanks
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FanfictionI currently have writers block for half of my fics and no motivation to continue the other half at the moment, so I decided to make this monstrosity. It was a total impulse decision. Just read the tags. They'll explain everything.
