Destiny is some Weird Shit

Destiny is some Weird Shit

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Some people say that Destiny will finally lead you to happiness. Well listen here you optimistic good for nothing people, I'm wondering if you even know what destiny is. I'm clueless as to how spending time with this looks for brains fuck boy will actually lead me to happiness. But until that time I'll continue drooling on food photos on Instagram and sit in my bed all day. Which reminds me that I have to pay the rent. Ughh! Destiny has some weird shitty way of making me find happiness.
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You have your typical 16 year old, and then you have Destiny. What happens when Destiny meets Tyler? Is it just another cliche? Or is there something real here that will bring tears? The fact that Tyler is a guy is making me nervous, and the added fact that he uses girls just to get into their pants isn't helping either. "Hey," he smirked (again), "Okay buttercup, straight to business. How about our baby's name be Chloe?" I was nodding along with when I realized that he called me something other than my name. "Buttercup?" I frowned, "I don't know if you realize this or not, but I have a name," I said quietly. "Yeah I know and its Destiny, but I prefer buttercup" he says, still smirking. "Well I don't, so cut it out. My name is Destiny, and you shall call me Destiny," I said firmly. "We'll that's not your decision now is it?" I spluttered. The nerve of that boy! "Actually it is and I would prefer you to not call me buttercup. It's Destiny!" I snapped. "Alright alright, don't get your panties in a twist, buttercup," he said slyly. "Destiny," I said with gritted teeth, "That's my name, not buttercup," I shuddered. "Uh-huh, whatever you say, buttercup," he shrugged indifferently. I sighed in frustration. This is going nowhere. "Whatever," I muttered before turning to look at the (still) smirking boy. Doesn't he ever get tired of it?

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