???Your stench travels even beyond worlds I cannot comprehend!
???An inserter of stories that have already finished their story, yet you cling to those as if you wanted to be there and want more than just seeing and changing it as you see fit...
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???Hooooo... How I wish to choke you on your very neck this instant...!
???No matter. You will see what happens when you linger on things that never needed you, not that you were special in any way.
???You, who have watched and let it all play out as you earn and yearn for things you never could have for once in your life.
???Things that you wished you had.
???Change for things that you wanted them to be.
???The yearning for people's connection.
???The feeling of their attention.
???Hah! The seeking of reclamation?
???And all beings that see you as you are, hear you as one, and feel your entirety...?
???They see you as something else, more than a person, more than anything.
???Those are the ones that adore you and wish they could do something for you and help you with all your endeavors, how sweet~ Blegh--!
???But for others who see you as nothing...?
???They're eager to see you crumble to dust and blow away.
???SOME! See you as entertainment!
???A bug...
???Food to the hungry pigs below your feet...
???A waste of space to the whole...
???And an undeniable truth is that you are worth nothing more and nothing less.
???As they keep identifying you...
???What they are labeling you...
???Even condemning you...
???Designating you...
???Completely appointing you...
???Disgustingly distinguishing you...
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Y/N: "GASP! ?!!"
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Y/N: "What the hell was that?"
Rising slowly, he sits up, not trying to wake up the beauty beside him, but he fails miserably.
Kim: "Mmmgh..."
Y/N: "Sorry, did I wake you up?"
Kim: "You did. And honestly, you shouldn't apologise for waking me up. I open my eyes, you open up your eyes, and we wake up like the rest of the people in the world."
Y/N: "Chuckles... My bad. It's just a habit that I have, that's all."
Kim: "...Well, since we're both up, I'll go and make us something in the kitchen."
Rising from her bed, she undressed herself and picked her clothes from her drawer, not even showing embarrassment that you were there watching her undress herself and all that.
You might've gotten excited over that, but your mind was elsewhere at the moment.
Staring at a wall with a blank look on your face. Your eyes dilate as your thoughts wander off to somewhere at the moment. Maybe you had a bad dream? Who knows.
Kim noticed your unusual behavior. Now, usually, you would go crazy and actually pound her right there and then! That surely would've excited her. Of course, Consent No-Consent is a weird thing to have nowadays.
Kim was put off as she slipped her shirt down, glancing at you.
Honestly, you were weird sometimes.
Sometimes, you're horny.
Sometimes, you're just staring blankly.
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Kim: "Before I go... Can I ask you something?
Y/N: "Sure."
Kim: "Are you okay?"
Y/N: "Huh?"
Kim: "I mean like... I don't know how to explain it; it's a gut feeling that I have... That... something's wrong. Did I do anything to make you feel like this? Was it something I said last night? Did I mess up somewhere along the way? Maybe you need a morning blowjob?"
Y/N: "Laughing before calming down... Don't worry, Kim. I'm fine, really. You're so cute when you're worried."
Kim: "Blush... Tch! If that's all, I'll be in the kitchen making whatever. Don't stay too long in bed, okay?"
Y/N: "I won't."
Kim smiles at you before walking towards the kitchen.
Seeing her walk away, Y/N drops the smile before staring blankly at the messy blanket Kim was gripping tightly last night.
Kim wouldn't notice right away, right?
Kim: "And for the love of god-- DON'T SNIFF THE DAMN BLANKETS!"
Y/N: "Sniff- Whoops! Sorry~, your smell is just so... unique."
Kim: "Blushes and sighs... What am I gonna do with you..."
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(Sophie Palmer's Initial Thoughts)
I can't really remember much of what I've done in the past.
No, what you're thinking right now is stupid.
I don't have dementia.
I forget things that don't matter to me...
Or hurt me in a way.
To the point where I want to kill myself.
I...
I thought I could forget about the person who did this to me, but...
I can still feel it.
The caresses... The breaths... The aching pain inside of me... The force of doing things to me that I didn't want to do...
I wanted to kill myself.
It lingered so much...
So much so that I could remember the sensation of the person who made me like this...
What frustrated me was that I couldn't remember what they looked like.
I wish I could rip off my own skin to never feel that way again.
Would it help? Maybe.
I don't wanna be real anymore.
It's just too much...
Too much to bear.
I wanted to disappear.
The palpating of that man's hands... was despairing.
I feel like puking just trying to remember what he had done to me.
His eyes looked at me like I was a piece of meat.
His words were horrifyingly captivating.
The phantom tender touch of his hands...
I couldn't help but shiver.
Bile rising in my throat...
All I could do was beg for it to stop.
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I just wanted it to stop.
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Someone.
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Please.
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I'll be a better person.
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I'm sorry.
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I'll be a good girl.
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I'll be worthy of your attention.
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Please.
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Just make it stop...!
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And then... You appeared.
I'll be honest.
It wasn't anything grand or how you saved the day or anything that made you look heroic.
No, you looked like shit, to be honest.
Your haggard look.
Messy hair.
Sweaty, stained shirt.
Creased shoes. Ew.
It looked like you fought someone far from your caliber, not too long ago.
Oh, wow, caliber, very intricate! Hahahaha... ha... ha...
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At first, I was scared of you.
But then you calmed me down for how many hours we stayed in that same area.
You were shit at it, though maybe it's because it was your first time doing it, comforting a girl.
You weren't trying to appease me or anything like that.
You were waiting for me to calm myself at least and get a grip.
The concern you were making in front of me... I didn't really understand it at first.
It frustrated me that you could make that face when we literally just met for the first time!
Ignoring the fact that we literally go to the same school!
You'd think by now that you would've understood that I didn't want you near me at that time?
I wanted to die alone.
So I ran away somewhere where no one can see or care.
Somewhere, I don't exist.
Somewhere, I don't have any meaning.
At least the people who saw me looked at me with those pitying eyes and understood the assignment that I didn't need anyone anymore.
But you, who still showed me kindness?
...You didn't back off.
I couldn't understand why.
You were such a piece of shit...!
And yet!
I cried.
Cried that someone was there for me, even at my worst.
A total stranger who had nothing to do with me.
Someone who was nothing to me.
And yet you reached out...
And that brought me to tears that I still meant to someone else even if we just met recently...
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Remembering it right now, I can't help but get happy and red all over my face.
I think...
No.
I do.
I do love you.
When did it all start...?
I don't really remember.
Nah, I'm joking. I do remember the times when it was just the two of us.
It was honestly... one of the best things that I wanted to cherish for my whole life, and even after I die.
Watching you do all those things for me when you didn't have to, and trying to get me on track with how I should live my life.
That's how I started to develop feelings for you.
It was gradual.
Consistent.
Building up to the very top!
From the patience that you have, I can't even explain.
Seriously, you're so stubborn.
It's annoying.
But still...
It's actually why I find it so cute.
You don't let go of something or someone just because it was an "inconvenience" to you.
I even asked you a question about why you feel the need to help other people and me when you don't get anything in return.
Your answer was puzzling to me.
"Because I can. It's not something to revere because it's "rare," as people like to think. Being kind isn't asking too much. I can do it, and I will do it, not a how and not a why. I don't need a reason to help a person... It ain't a goddamn luxury."
That shit that you spewed was so bad that I started laughing.
I mean... who even thinks like that, as if people can just start being a Samaritan like it was common sense?
That everyone can just be a better person if they just... try?!
Bullshit.
But...
If it were someone else, I would've denied that bullshit idealistic idea.
Since it's you--
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I mean...
Maybe...
Just maybe...
I could start living life as you told me to.
And even if I can't be as helpful as you are, I'll live up to the best of it.
I'm not as dumb as my friends see me.
The only exception was Y/N; he doesn't see me as someone who just spews out whatever my mouth wants to say. Sometimes, I want his dick to just ram my throat as I gag all over his shaft. Of course, I can only dream of it.
He doesn't just go up to me and say: "YOU'RE AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD BE COOL FOR WHO YOU ARE! Let's have casual sex! Right! Now!"
If he did say that to my face, I'm pegging him so bad that he'll cry out for me to stop.
I mean... Who would even say that as if it made sense to begin with?
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I feel like people are staring at me strongly for a strong, particular reason.
Anyways, yes, I love Y/N.
I'm honest about what I want.
And that will stay true until the end of time! Muahahahaha!
I already know that there are a lot of girls who look at him like an ice cream vendor, ringing his jingle bells and announcing that he has vanilla inside him.
I could've worded that better, to be honest.
But...
I want him.
I might go insane if I ever went away from him for a long time.
He's like a drug, the good kind.
Sometimes, I might be annoying him, but he doesn't mind.
He says that he loves that about me. Being me and myself.
Sometimes, he would say that I also need to be self-conscious about what I do to others and what I say.
OH!
If Y/N had heard what I said, he would've patted me on the head for saying something so profound!
Hehehehe...
My tummy's getting all the butterflies.
Wait, am I pregnant?
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Gideon: "..."
The sea waves are as soothing as they can be.
The sea wind is breezy as it is.
The beautiful lights shine through the dusky atmosphere as one blips and fades as the sun rises from the horizon.
Only for the atmosphere to be ruined.
Gideon: "Anything you would like to say before I inevitably go back to where I was, Lucas Lee?"
Footsteps can be heard, subtly echoey from the morning light, almost showing up.
Lucas, with an expression as blank as it can be, showed a small fire lit in his eyes as if it had made up its mind on what to do.
Lucas: "Hey."
Gideon: "...Hey."
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Gideon: "So... what do you have to say for yourself?"
Silence ensues before Lucas exhales and starts to speak about what he wants to say.
Lucas: "On behalf of every evil exes league members... we resign."
Gideon: "Curious glance... Wow, suddenly saying that out of nowhere, mind telling me why?"
Lucas: "That's just it. They're busy with their life, just like how I'm busy with how I want mine to be."
Gideon: "Hahaha... I can't believe I'm amusing you with this. Busy with what? I'm really intrigued."
Lucas: "Acting and making money for myself."
Gideon: "Hahahahaha! Really?! Have you looked at who you're looking at? I'm the kind of person who makes money appear out of nowhere, and you know I can give you some, like it's pocket change... and you still work? Hah! Fucking hilarious."
Lucas: "It's something that I do and something that I actually like doing instead of cursing at the fact that Ramona isn't mine."
Gideon: "Smirk... Are you insinuating or projecting?"
Lucas: "No. I'm saying that this... what you're doing and what we were about to do? Never mind that we do respawn back to life after we die, it's not even worth it to begin with."
Gideon: "Any reason for this... rebellious phase? And why is that? Do tell."
Lucas: "Sigh... Come on. Do you not see the problem with what we were actually about to do? We're getting this hatred over a girl who doesn't even want us in her life in the first place. It's stupid, and quite frankly, why would I get worked up over something that literally has nothing to do with me? With us? I don't need to do anything to her when she's totally not going to do anything to me as well. And jealousy? Please, none of us needs that. I am living the life. No live action drama in my own personal life, and only on TV, I get to do that."
Gideon: "And why should I let you continue this... farce? Because to me, this goes to show how idiotic you can be."
Lucas: "Idiotic? Gideon. You know why this is stupid to begin with. Because, unlike you, I do accept the past actions for what I've done, and I've come to accept the terms that were given to me. I can't believe it took me this long to mature enough to know that what I did was wrong and that Ramona isn't worth any of my time. What about you, Gideon Graves? Still going to keep going and be pissy about not being the one, or are you just this insecure?"
Gideon: "..."
Lucas: "Listen, Gideon... All of the members of this league have already left for actual good reasons. And I can attest to that! Matthew Patel actually is striving right now; he even has a girlfriend who has a sick bionic arm, and he is doing everything he can to make her and himself happy. Roxanne Ritcher has been calm ever since she fought Ramona and left to meditate somewhere reclusive. Something about calming the storm inside her. I don't know what she's talking about, and I don't have any specifications on where she is. Todd Ingram has started to understand that not everything is about him! He's even willing to cut ties with his father, who has been leashing him ever since, for what reasons? Couldn't tell you why he did it, but I'm glad he did. The Katayanagi twins, Kyle and Ken? Even they understand that this is all childish to begin with. So they started to make their own career by making their own music that isn't copyrighted over something stupid, and they're enjoying it with smiles on their faces. All of us have a strong reason for living, and it will never be a girl who never wanted us in the first place, and that's fine. Because it doesn't define or mean anything to us. It doesn't mean that we should ignore it either; we should just accept it for what it is, and not think that it wasn't insignificant to us, but rather accept it as an important lesson in our lives. At least, that's what I have to say. I don't know about others."
Gideon: "...You were influenced by someone."
Lucas: "..."
Gideon: "Was it... Y/N L/N, by any chance?"
Lucas: "Guess you already knew. Heh, yeah, that Y/N guy really brought some sense to me. We didn't fight, per se; we talked like actual adults. Erm... It was more like that guy being all mature, even if I'm older than him, I couldn't believe it either at first..."
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Lucas: 'It was just another day of doing my job. Reading the lines on the script. Interacting with my coworkers, and all that jazz that I have to keep doing.'
Gideon: "Stop. Stop the flashback."
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Lucas: "What? What is it? Did I take too long? Was I talking too slowly?"
Gideon: "No, no, it's just that-- Hahaha! You think that I actually care about what you guys did to talk as if you had an epiphany or something? Chuckles... And let me make it clear to you on one thing, LUCAS LEE."
THWACK!!!
Lucas: "GUAHK!"
Lucas suddenly felt he had been sucker punched, making him hold the spot where he felt the sensation, kneeling on the ground in pain.
He didn't even notice Gideon in front of him, looking bored at the sight of him.
Indifference was on his face.
You and Lucas Lee? Talking and reeling for redemption and forgiveness?
He couldn't give a shit.
If all of them didn't want to do this in the first place, then they should've just said so in the first place.
They could've just told him the truth and not wasted his time for their inexplicable bullshit reasons.
Tch... Useless pieces of shits, all of them.
Irritation was bubbling.
Annoyance was a given.
Anger was received.
Holding Lucas by the hair, he made Lucas stare at him.
Gideon: "Say... You don't mind if I get inside your mind, right?"
Lucas: "No-- Wait!"
Gideon: "I'm dying to know how it all started from here."
Holding Lucas by his head, Gideon starts forcing his way through Lucas's memories.
Making Lucas experience excruciating pain in his life.
Lucas: "AAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa!"
Gideon: "Stop resisting, or you'll just make it worse."
Lucas couldn't even grasp what was happening.
Lucas: "AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
All he could do was scream in pain.
With the memories, Lucas was forced to see himself from his younger years; he remembers the time he was born.
Crawling around his parents' house.
To walk on his baby legs.
Elementary Days.
High School Years.
Dating Ramona.
The heartbreak.
The despair of his upcoming adult life.
Getting by on what he can get.
The hard work has led him to what he is now.
The acting job that he is thriving in.
It was too much for Lucas to consume in such a short amount of time. Thus, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, unconscious.
Gideon: "Hmm... Weak."
Lucas: "..."
And before Lucas could go to dreamland, his brain started to lead him to a memory where he was happy for a time...
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???: "No matter what people do to you or what they think, never let their words get to you and always strive forward not to be better, but to become someone kind, not because you have to, but because it is necessary."
Lil Lucas: "But... what if they still do it and continue?"
???: "Well then, fuck 'em up with your fists!"
Lil Lucas: "What?!"
???: "If they don't care what you think and feel, sometimes all you gotta do is punch them in the face until you win! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Lil Lucas: "...You're so weird... Mom."
Mom: "Hahaha! If I weren't, you wouldn't love me for who I am, no?"
Lil Lucas: "Smile... Yeah."
Mom: "You're smiling! C'mere, you!"
Lil Lucas: "Mom, no, stop, that tickles-- HAHABWAMAUHAHAFAAAAAAA!"
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Kicking Lucas's unconscious body into the body of water, Gideon exhales as he relaxes.
Seeing Lucas floating, he turns away from the sight as he walks away.
He picks a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket and lights it on the way to his humble abode.
Gideon: Y/N...
Somehow, even with this cigarette in his mouth, he couldn't help but be pissed off.
Thinking about this guy ruined his whole mood, so he went straight to have fun at his preferred local bars to forget about him.
Still...
If this Y/N ever does show up in front of him, he'll get what's coming for him.
He will make sure of it.
Gideon will make sure of it.
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Gideon: "Tch...! All that given to you on a silver platter, just for you to do nothing about it..."
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Y/N: "Yo... uh..."
Kim: "Yeah? What's up?"
Y/N: "You wanna like... go on a date?"
Date? Huh, never thought he would get proactive and do something like this. Heh. Guess, he can't resist my charm... What the fuck am I even saying... Get it together, Kim. You can't mess this up now.
Kim: "I mean, yeah, sure. After brunch, we'll go."
Y/N: "What's a brunch?"
Kim: "It's just breakfast and lunch combined."
Y/N: "That's an interesting thing to know. You really wanna go on a date with me? For real?"
Kim: "Yeah."
Y/N pumps his right hand in the air.
Y/N: "...Let's go."
Kim: "...You're so childish sometimes."
Y/N: :)
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Wearing all the necessary clothes for their date and adding some perfume, cologne, and breath mint, they both walk out of the house, all with an irritating scent in the air that burns your nose to overdrive.
Jesus, what'd you guys put on yourselves?! I can even smell it from here! Ugh! The cologne, the perfume, and the breath mint! Oh, god! It hurts!
Kim: '...I'm kinda nervous right now.'
Y/N: 'Awkward...'
But, oh no! They don't know what to say! What a tragedy!
Y/N: "So uh--"
Kim: "So uh--"
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Y/N: "No, you go ahead--"
Kim: "No, you go ahead--"
Y/N: "Alright, this is just--"
Kim: "Alright, this is just--"
Y/N: "Please, peg me."
Kim: "I'm gonna peg you."
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Kim: "Huh?!"
Y/N: "Oh, uh, nothing."
Kim: "...I'll pretend that I didn't have ears and just move along."
Y/N: "Please do, your voice is making me hard just by hearing it."
Kim: "You fucking pervert..."
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Kim: "There's something I wanted to ask... How'd you do it?"
Y/N: "Do what?"
Kim: "Where you said you saw a trampoline appear near you and you jumped on it, that was too convenient, no?"
Y/N: "Well, looking back on it, it sounded really convenient when I said it, huh?"
Kim: "It just... really? Something like that appears out of nowhere? It's just lazy writing."
Y/N: "Yeah, that-- What did you just say?"
Kim: "Oh, nothing, I just say things that come out of my mouth sometimes."
Y/N: "..."
Kim: "Wanna do the date right now?"
Y/N: "We just had sex. Do you think I have the energy to go?"
Kim: "Fine, fine-- I can bounce on it though."
Y/N: "Deal."
Kim: "Oh, wow, that was fast."
Y/N: "Don't underestimate me, being a virgin makes you do things."
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As Kim looks at herself in the mirror, she admires herself like she were a model, slightly smiling at that before frowning at the hickey on her neck.
Protruding like a poster saying "I AM HERE!.
Kim: "That bastard... If one of our friends sees this, they're going to tease me about it...!"
Maybe she shouldn't have been so confident, thinking she could handle him.
She didn't mean to be like a... bitch on heat.
She couldn't help but remember their "first" time.
Shit was so vivid, even she still couldn't help but rub herself time and time again.
Asked for more pounding and voila.
Not to say that she's always thinking about it.
Of course, she wasn't saying it was bad, but feeling like this all the time?
It's great, but she wants to respect what he wants too.
If he asks her to do something, she'll reluctantly agree with a hint of lust and a need to pound her.
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Before going crazy on his dick or something. I don't know.
Don't ask me. I respect their privacy sometimes.
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While waiting for Kim to prepare herself, I find myself thinking lately.
It's not that I'm paranoid or anything...
Moreover, the fact that I think that... someone is looking at me right now at this very moment.
Every word, every emotion, every action, every everything.
I might be crazy, but I won't deny that feeling of being watched.
Still, I'm not gonna let it get to me. I'm not gonna ruin this moment of mine and Kim's.
We're having a date, and I think that should count as a win for me and for her.
Well, at least I think so.
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Time to address the elephant in the room.
I fucked Julie Powers and Kim Pine.
Now thinking about it, doesn't that make me some sort of piece of shit?
I mean, I'm two-timing on girls that actually like me.
Hell, they're not the only ones who are attracted to me!
Sophie Palmer. My best friend, whom I met with Kim Pine
Lisa Miller. Who is also my best friend at the same time as Sophie.
Envy Adams. The popstar. I've been keeping up with her albums. They're good.
Stacey Pilgrim. My co-worker, who treated me right for a reason she keeps to herself.
I don't know! There could be more than I didn't know about!
Y/N: "Heavy sigh..."
I don't...
I don't know why they like me so much. Like seriously! All I did was be kind and help them as I could, as anyone else would! Yet somehow I got to... do things to 2 girls that are actually so hot?! Where's the logic in that?! What even is logic if it doesn't even exist in my situation?
Whatever happens, I'll face it head-on.
It's not like I'm doing something bad to myself and them, no? Although... I really have to be honest with them first if I want to move forward with all this sexual tension hanging over our heads.
I just feel like I owe it to them, but I just feel like shit, leading them on as if I don't know what's happening.
Maybe the feeling was great to know that the ladies wanted me. It is. But, my god, is it so fucking heavy to carry it around?
I find myself just asking why I was caring and kind in the first place. If I didn't, would things be the same, and they'd just go on their own separate ways?
I thought that being a good person would just make me stay that way, as I would do it time and time again. But...
I don't think that's possible anymore.
Not that I'm saying I shouldn't stop doing so.
But keeping on this for far too long, it's gonna keep building up, and it'll be far worse if I don't do something about it.
Well, maybe it is getting worse, and I just couldn't see it directly.
God, I'm such a piece of shit.
Even so... I'll be that piece of shit that'll make things right.
I'll start with Kim after we've finished our date.
Speaking of which--
Kim: "Hey."
Raising my head from looking at the ground so much, my eyes go wide like an owl's omelette.
It bothers me that I could just be normal about things that a normal man would go crazy about.
Like that one time when one of the girls that like me pushes their breasts on me, or when they would ask my permission for a hand just so they can put it in their ass; they didn't even need to do that, seriously, or that would ask to hold hands? Honestly, I still don't understand women these days. Not that I'm complaining, but still, I'm a growing man too, you know? I get a boner once in a while.
Removing that entire thought from my head, my eyes roamed around Kim for quite some time.
While people could describe in very long sentences, I don't need to. Well, I did do that a couple of times. But, right now?
Kim just looks... beautiful.
Not in an exaggerated manner, as if she were suddenly a goddess. God, I'm not that complex!
No, Kim just really looks beautiful with how she dresses herself. The way makeup just enhances a woman's beauty like 100 times, no? Kim's like that from this moment on.
Just seeing her giggle at me made my heart go doki-doki! Wow, how original, Y/N.
Keep it together, man!
Kim: "You like what you see~?"
Don't look at me with those eyes! You're gonna break me!
Y/N: "I-- Uh, yeah! I think?"
Kim: "You think?"
Wait! Why did I say that?!
Y/N: "Wait-- No, I mean-!"
Kim: "Relax, I'm not someone who would get that angry that easily. Trust me, I'm not that obsessed over something so trivial. Chill out, dude. Now, come on! Let's go on that date that you so asked me out for, unless you don't want to?"
Y/N: "LET'S GO! I SHALL CARRY YOU LIKE A PRINCESS!"
Kim: "Please don't, or I'll cut off your balls."
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We... didn't really know where we would go on a date.
I couldn't even think of anything to do!
Where would we even go? The library?
Sure, let's read books and touch ourselves to the point we make so much noise, the librarian even joins!
As if!
Why did I even think of that?!
What's next? A restaurant?
Not bad, except I'm broke!
My wallet even begs to be filled up! Not in a sexual kind of way, of course.
I mean, seriously, come on, we've had so many sex jokes already that it's even starting to get stale. Bleh!
On to the next location, then!
A bar?
Sorry, but I feel like we'd get wasted os much in there, we'll actually go wild and start fucking each other like animals.
After that, we'll start fucking anyone and everyone!
Ah! Enough with the sex jokes already!
Kim: "Hey!"
Y/N: "WHAT?!"
Kim: "You're staring in thought again."
Y/N: "...I am?"
Kim: "Geez, dude, you've been doing that since we started walking. We're not even that far away from my house!"
Y/N: "Sorry, sorry, I'm just-- nervous. That's all."
I mean, who wouldn't get nervous?
You asked out a girl, and they accepted it, knowing that you were thinking to yourself that you were so sure that you were absolutely going to get rejected?
Yeah, all that overthinking helps, but sometimes it's best to let it go for times that'll be your best day to happen.
Still, though, thinking over all the scenarios that you've thought of in your head, it really boggles your mind at the fact that you might actually be dreaming.
However, no matter how much thought you put into something, as long as you don't do something stupid or just be plain genuine to others and yourself? Yeah, you're on the right track.
Kim: "Nudges his arm... Hey, snap out of it. You're doing it again."
Y/N: "Ah, sorry."
Kim: "Chuckles... It's fine. Seriously, though, whenever you do get that thoughtful expression of yours, it's cute to look at."
Y/N: "Blush... Oh. Hahaha, thanks, I guess."
Kim: "Come on, let's go before I start getting all fluffy with you, ew."
...
Watching you, Kim Pine, as you smile as if you're having a great day, because you are.
It brings me great joy that you find me enjoyable to be around...
Even if I don't reciprocate your feelings, you still have that smile when I'm around you.
I'm sorry that I could never respond to your feelings, but...
Is it really okay?
What about the other women who've liked me?
I know it's shitty of me to think about others when the day is all about you.
But can you blame me if I don't want to hurt their feelings, too?
For me to have fun with you, Kim. While I somehow lead you all on, because?
I swear that if there were a way to answer all of this stupid drama, I would.
I swear, I would.
But if all it takes is being an asshole to not hurt all of your feelings.
Then I'm an asshole, and so be it.
...
...
...
...
...
(Lisa Miller's Initial Thoughts)
Remembering back then, I confessed to a guy.
It wasn't just some 'guy'!
I liked... Y/N a lot.
I really do.
So I came up to him with courage, and there I poured everything out to him.
It was something I had planned out very well from the very beginning, and yet...
Y/N: "I'm sorry, but I can't."
What do you mean you can't...?
Y/N: "It's complicated."
Complicated, my ass.
I should've seen this coming...
I can't believe I was so stupid...
I've seen it all, and now you're acting like you're hotshit?
Hoho- WOW!
What kind of excuse is that?!
Are you that dense, or is this just an act that you keep telling yourself?
I...
I hate you.
With all my heart and all my regrets.
You made me feel this way because you actually understood me for who I was.
Most of the girls that you see in your everyday life, I am one of them, yet you picked me.
And I fucking hate it that you still treat me like I'm someone fucking special when I'm not...!
And so I left you all alone.
I'm sure Sophie and Kim will be all around you and suck your small ass dick.
Tsk!
They always have those eyes stuck to you like glue.
Always those bodies of theirs acting like you were some divine tapestry.
Still...
I...
I love you and yet...
Why am I not enough for you...?
I get that you're scared, Y/N.
Scared of committing.
Scared of hurting a person.
Scared of breaking our hearts.
But still...!
We're not some fragile glass that we'll break just because you said something that we never wanted to hear!
I want to hear what you have to say and be fucking honest with me!
I don't want to hear any excuses or any reason that you've come up with yourself!
All I wanted to hear was what you wanted to say.
...
I hate it so much... that I still think about you even when we're nowhere near each other.
I've tried dating other guys, but your face comes up now and then, that I simply just wanna...!
God... Why do you have to be such a nice guy...!
You should've just acted like a dick, and I wouldn't have come near you at all!
You should've stayed where you were and where I can't fucking see you!
To the moon! Mars! Anywhere!
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you so fucking much!
But I... I still love you so fucking much it hurts...
And so I wished for many things that could happen.
I wish you had never been born.
I wish you only had your eyes on me.
I wish you the best.
I wish you would disappear.
I wish you were only mine.
I wish you the worst.
I wish...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
I wish I were enough for you.
And seeing you go...
Walking away as if...
All we had done... was nothing more than a fleeting memory.
...!
Don't give me that crap!
You do all those nice things to everyone around you, including me, and you go make your own exit as if everything you just did was for nothing?!
It wasn't for nothing! You made me happy! You made me feel like it was worth it! At least, you made me feel like I was someone worth loving...!
But you shouldn't have existed in my life if all you ever wanted to do was disappear!
You don't even have a speck of actual care for every other girl who's smothering themselves all over you, don't you?!
You like it that we all kneel and kiss your feet as if you were a god!
Suck you off like the good girls that we are, huh?!
FUCK YOU!
GO FUCK YOURSELF!
DISAPPEAR FROM MY LIFE!
DISAPPEAR FROM THIS WORLD!
DISAPPEAR FROM EVERYTHING!
I!
I!
I!
...
...I hate myself.
I hate myself for imprinting your whole existence in my mind as if you were everything.
I hate myself for thinking of a future where it is just the two of us.
I hate myself for thinking I want to kill myself when I don't have you near me.
I hate myself for believing you're so divine, as if you were god.
I hate myself for everything that you've done to me...
I hate myself for being so naive, acting like a pushover for you when I knew I was being used.
I hate myself that you made everything better...
I hate myself for thinking everything was all the better!
I hate myself for thinking that you were someone whom I would love to get married to.
I hate myself for hating you when I could be hating... myself.
Even with all these tears dropping down on my face...
My heart still aches for you, to fill it again with your compassion...
Why would you do this to me...
Sob...
Answer me... Y/N.
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(Wallace's P.O.V)
Wallace: "Well... what a night that was."
Opening the door to his home, he simply starts walking towards his bed to sleep.
Undressing himself to be comfortable? Nah, too tired.
Removing his shoes to not dirty up the floor? Nah, too tired.
Need to drink water to alleviate his dehydration? Nah, too tired.
He's too tired to think or do anything at the moment.
Therefore, he closes his eyes and goes to... Snore...
...
The next morning, it starts with him boiling water from his kettle.
He grounds his "coffee beans", puts them in his coffee mug, and watches patiently from his chair as he stares at the kettle intensely, as it oozes out the steam.
Before turning off his stove and pouring the hot water into his mug.
Stirring... stirring...
Wallace: "Hm... Sugar or no sugar?"
Not wanting to choose right now, he decided to call Stephen Stills.
Picking up the telephone beside him, he rings his gay best friend.
...
RING! RING! RING!
...
RING! RING! RING!
...
RING! RING! RING!
...
RING! RING! RING!
Stephen: "...Who the hell is calling on a Monday morning...?"
RING! RING! RING!
Stephen: "Maybe if I ignore it, it'll go away on its own."
RING! RING! RING!
Stephen: "I don't want to get out of this comfortable position, just for someone to ruin it for me."
RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING!
Stephen: "Sigh... Goddammit."
--
Stephen: "Hello...?"
Wallace: "Hey, Stephen, what do you think about sugar? Don't answer me normally, answer me like... one of those freaky barbers having a conversation with another barber."
Stephen: "Wallace, it's too early for this."
Wallace: "Nuh-uh-uh! To one gay person to another, I want your answer right now... please?"
Stephen: "Groans... Fine."
Wallace: "Yuss!"
Stephen: "I can't believe I'm about to say this... It's like... salt but gayer. Sweet salt. You could even call it... Tired sigh... a gay salt. Shit sweet, but gay."
Wallace: "Alright! Thanks a lot, bestie! I'll see you later!"
...
Stephen looks at his phone with a blank stare.
Too tired to even get frustrated, he gently puts his phone to the side and drifts off to the dreamworld.
...
Wallace: "Sugar, it is then."
Pouring the sugar into his mug and stirring it, he takes a moment to take a sniff at it and blow on it to cool it down for a moment.
Sipping it, he grumbles in delight.
Wallace: "Nothing like a good day to start."
Opening the guest door.
Wallace: "Good morning, Sophie!"
He splashes the hot "coffee" onto Sophie, sleeping on the guest bed.
Sophie: "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Wallace: "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!"
Sophie: "Wallace, what the fuck is wrong with you?! And-- Smacks her lips... Is that coffee?!"
Wallace: "...I sure hope it was."
Sophie: "Wallace, what do you mean by that?"
He gives her a smug grin before leaving the guest room.
Sophie: "Wallace! What was in that mug?!"
Sophie: "WALLACE! I SWEAR TO GOD!"
Sophie: "WALLACE!!!"
...
Wallace: "And that's why I'm inside your house to get away from that mangy thing outside screaming my name."
Sophie: "WALLACE! I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I FIND YOU-- WALLACE, WHEN I CATCH YOU, WALLACE! WALLACE, WHEN I CATCH YOU, WALLACE--"
Wallace: "Well, there you go, question solved!"

Todd: "...You literally snuck inside my home while I was sleeping. Damn it, I thought someone was breaking into my house! I was so excited that I grabbed the Nerf gun that I bought from eBay and was about to use it, just in case someone was trying to rob me."
|Todd Ingram|
|24 Years Old|
|Status: Mellowed out to the point where his attitude from before seemed nowhere to be found.|
Todd: "Please, see yourself out, get out of my house cause I need to finish recording my album, and when you're near the exit, please, solve the problem that you created."
Walking away as if it were Todd's standard day-to-day routine--
Wallace: "Grabs hold of his shoulder... What are you doing?"
Todd: "Huh?"
Wallace: "Do you not see what kind of monstrosity that I accidentally unleashed?!"
Cue to outside of Todd's abode...
Sophie: "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Wallace: "I'm going to die out there!"
Todd: "Why don't you just... go out there and actually apologize to her?"
Wallace: "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! If you've seen what I've seen with my own very eyes, you would understand why apologizing to her is insane and terrifying...!"
...
...
...
Let's have a flashback to where it all started...
Or you could say sorry to her right now, and we don't have to do this, because I need to--
SHUT YOUR HANDSOME TRAMP! Now then!
--
It all began when I was doing my whole business, flirting with guys that I find very appealing.
I don't care about your pegging fantasies-- Get to the point already!
Okay, okay, geez! Killjoy much?
I'll be one when I stick something up your ass!
Mmm~ Kinky~
Alright, that's it!
--
Todd grabs hold of Wallace by his scruff, opening the entrance and heading outside.
Wallace: "What the--! Hey, I was about to start--"
Todd: "If there's one thing I don't need to know, it's how you wanna fuck guys in the ass or have them fuck you instead. God, why did I say that with a straight face..."
Wallace: "You're funny."
Todd: "And you're apologizing right here this instant."
Wallace's eyes widen as he tries to struggle to get out of Todd's hold.
Todd: "Uh, hey! Let go of me, or I swear to god, I will--!"
Sophie: "You'll do what to this fine gentleman, Wallace?"
Wallace freezes up at the voice, heard very close to his left. Turning his head slowly, he sees the anger coming out of those eyes that promise a world of pain.
Wallace: "Uh--"
Sophie: "I can't wait to do something so sinister... that you'll change to a straight man."
Wallace: "AH! WHY DO I FEEL LIKE WHAT YOU SAID WILL ACTUALLY COME TRUE?!"
Wallace looks at Todd with such eyes that it... sparkles.
Wallace: "Pleads to Todd... Please, I'll do anything! Anything!"
Todd: "Confused... Why don't you just-- I don't know, apologize to her? I said this to you before."
Wallace: "Do you think that will work?!"
Todd: "I mean... You won't know unless you try."
Wallace: "..."
Sigh...
Wallace: "If this doesn't work, which I pray it does, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life."
Todd: "Sounds good to me."
Wallace: "...You're lucky you're hot."
He says as he walks stiffly towards Sophie, who looks like she wants to maul him to the ground. I mean, if I were Wallace, I'd want her to rip off my di
Todd: "Everyone says that to me a lot nowadays..."
Todd: It's not like I go out of my way to flaunt it again. No way, I'd get my shit rocked by that guy again!
Wallace: "Sophie, I would like to say sorry!"
Todd: "Why'd you say so seriously...?"
Wallace: "I know that throwing an actual hot scalding coffee hurts, trust me, I've been there, and I did that because... I was actually frustrated, is all."
Sophie: "Wallace..."
Wallace: "You know how I go on my nights and do some shenanigans to guys... But sometimes, getting rejected again and again takes a lot out of you. Like, why can't I find someone for me, you know?"
Todd: "..."
Wallace: "So... I'm sorry for lashing out at you with the coffee; it was completely my fault."
Sophie: "...I forgive you, Wallace."
Wallace: "You do-? I mean, yeah, of course you would! Hahahaha!"
Sophie: "Don't push it."
Wallace: "I know, just messing around, and thank you, Sophie.
Sophie: "You're welcome, Wallace. And please don't do that again, or I swear I will shear your dick."
Wallace: "I'll try not to~ Now go find Y/N, I'm sure you're dying to talk to him."
Sophie: "Blush... I'll go, so just shut up!"
Walking away as her face still burns red.
...
Todd: "Well, that went well. See ya--"
Wallace: "Now, wait just a minute."
Todd: "Groans... What now?"
Wallace: "Can we like... hang out for a bit? I wanna like, god, Shit, why am I so awkward-- I wanna talk to you more! Is... that okay?"
Todd: "I mean, sure. It's not like I don't mind the company. And let me guess this right, even if I don't accept, you would've just annoyed me until you get what you want, no?"
Wallace: "Hah, Spot on! Good job, stud!"
Wallace barges in before loafing on the couch, snoring.
Todd: "Didn't you just say you wanted to hang out? Why are you sleeping on my couch...? Inhale... Sigh... What a day."
Sigh... Why am I getting a break now?
Literally, the tickets were flying off the shelves when I was still at the theater.
"Oh! But you need a break once in a while, y'know? Can't have our lead act to go bye-bye, Gambooni, do we?"
Please, without me, you wouldn't have any money flowing towards you!
...
But, I guess they're right.
I might as well do it since I owe it to them for accepting me with open arms...
But why did they choose Toronto of all places?
I mean, don't get me wrong, lovely place.
At least from what my friends said.
I'll experience and see it for myself if it's worth the splurge...
???: "...This place looks like a dump."
Alright! Time for a deserved glaze!
Her blonde hair shone from the streetlights as if to say the sun was out, gracing us plebeians. Her eyes glow with such purpose that they'll stare back at you as if you were in an illusion. The yellow sundress that perfectly encapsulates her as if she were a beacon of the night, the light that never fades, the night that always shines with the stars. Simply beautiful. The heart necklace hides her true self, but she cherishes it with all of her heart. She, herself, simply radiates as if she were a sun goddess who was made to be the sole one who lights your way, just as you were lost.
Her eyelashes twinkle with just a hint of sunshine, which leaves no room for mistakes to be seen. The way she makes a single movement is a moment that people would make a gaping mouth that drops to the floor at how stunning one person can be.
The simple grace movements made by one being such as herself? It was simply too much for others to bear to witness. One that rivals even the main interests. One that can shackle the main balance. One that proves that they're worth noting, but never worth noticing. Simply, their beauty is made to be unmatched.

(Beautiful...)
|Lisa Miller|
|23 Years Old|
|Status: Irritated and Heartbroken.|
Did they just give me the cheapest place they could find?!
Are you guys serious?!
If anything, I don't wanna be here anymore!
Lisa: "Well... it beats being homeless."
Besides, the electricity and water bill might actually be crazy if they picked the cheapest one. Oh, god, it might've been a thousand bucks or something... Well, I might as well thank my folks in the theater from the bottom of my heart.
Lisa: "At least it isn't dirty, that's good."
...
Lisa: "...Is that a hobo sleeping on the couch?"
Matthew: "Snore..."
Lisa: "Oh, god, he is."
I don't want a Hobo living in my house, no, sir!
Lisa: "Uh... hello?"
Matthew: "Snore!"
Lisa: "Hey! Wake up!"
Matthew: "H-Huh?! What? What's going on?!"
Lisa: "Good, now that you're awake-"
Matthew: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--!"
Lisa: "..."
Matthew: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--!"
Lisa: "..."
Matthew: "AAA-- Wait a minute, this isn't my house."
Lisa: "Is that really important right now?! What are you doing inside my house?!"
Matthew: "Well, to answer that question--"
Lisa: "Skip all the bullshit and just get straight to the point, or I'll call the cops!"
Matthew: "Alright, alright, geez! I think... I think I got drunk...?"
Lisa: "You... You got wasted?"
Matthew: "Yeah, so there was a thing, a challenge that if I drank a lot of the strong stuff that the bar had, it was free of charge! It was tempting, how could you say no to that?"
Lisa: "Yeah... with all the puke you've splattered along the floor, sure."
Matthew: "Cough! Cough! Details, details."
Lisa: "I wanna strangle you for some reason."
Matthew: "Hah! That's been said by practically everyone, but I'm completely desensitized by it, so I don't really care."
He says... but I can see a tear dropping on his face and onto the floor. Is this guy serious or something?
Matthew: "I apologize, though, for all of... this. I might as well get started cleaning it up."
Standing up from the couch, he goes and grabs a mop, a bucket of water, and a cleaning product whose name we can't say since it's -- Oh... Oh no...

Lisa: "W-What is that?"
Matthew: "It's Dave."
Lisa: "I know, but shouldn't it be Dove?!"
Matthew: "And let that beautiful product be wasted on something simple like this?! Hell no! You disrespect the one and only Dave, who actually knows what they're doing!"
Lisa: "I... I'm not even gonna continue this conversation. Go do what you want, I don't care."
Walking away from the mess, she closes the bedroom door as she plops on the bed before going to dreamland.
Matthew: "Tch! People can't seem to see what you're made of, Dave. Don't worry, they'll see someday."
...
Matthew: "...Why am I talking to a soap?"
Matthew: "Hey! Wake up, roomie!"
Lisa, woken up by the sudden intrusion, screams.
Matthew: "I made us some lunch! It's eggs and bacon!"
Lisa, still screaming at Matthew.
Matthew: "You-- Oh... I am so sorry."
Lisa: "Get out! Get out!"
Matthew: "So, so, sorry..."
...
...
...And what the hell did he mean by "roomie"?!
Lisa 'calmly' freshens up in her bathroom, finishes her business, wipes herself dry with her towel, picks up the clothes she's going to wear for today, and last but not least, some light makeup.
BANG!
She opens her door harshly!
Lisa: "What do you mean by roomie?!"
Lynette: "Hey! The sleeping beauty's awake!"
Lisa: "Wha-!"
Lynette: "Sorry about my boyfriend back there, he just likes meeting new people."
Lisa: "B-Boyfriend--!"
Matthew: "Hey, Lyn! We're late for work! Let's go, I already packed us lunch!"
Lynette: "Whoops! Gotta go then!"
She drinks up the whole mug in one fell swoop!
Lynette: "Come on, babe! Let's bounce!"
Matthew: "Sure! Oh, before we go--"
He snaps his fingers, summoning his demon girls, wearing their most comfortable outfits.
One is wearing pink pajamas with flower patterns, almost nodding off to sleep.
The other is wearing a comfortable brown jacket, soft to the touch!
The third demon is wearing a tank top and flexible shorts, exercising.
The fourth demon is playing with their phone, courtesy of Matthew buying it for her since she asked nicely.
The ones you formerly all knew as The Demon Hipster Chicks!
Matthew: "Ladies, before you all get comfortable, make our new roommate get used to our wonderful abode, and as soon as you do that, you're all free to do as you wish!"
D.H. Chicks: "Shrugs and Grins... Will do, boss. / I wanna sleep... / We're going to train lots, kahahahahahahaha! / Just let me beat my high score...! Ah, darn it!"
Matthew: "Thank you, my beautiful munchkins! Now off we go, Lyn!"
Lynette grabs hold of him before turning on her jets from the soles of her shoes, lifting off to somewhere to do their job.
Lisa: "..."
Lisa couldn't imagine what was happening.
Overall, all she could question was--
Lisa: "...How the hell did he bag that cool ass cyborg woman to be his girlfriend?"
D.H. Chick #2: "We don't know either, but we're not questioning it."
|D.H. Chick #2|
|??? Years Old|
|Status: The chill one.|
D.H. Chick #3: "I mean, if it makes him happy, why not, no? Not like that bitch who left him for some stupid reason."
|D.H. Chick #3|
|??? Years Old|
|Status: Still playing on their phone and trying again to beat their high score.|
D.H. Chick #1: "Snore... She was a dickhead. Snore..."
|D.H. Chick #1|
|Asleep Years Old|
|Status: Too sleepy. Wake up!|
D.H. Chick #4: "Kahahaha! You just said what I had in mind! Kahahaha! I'm so gonna fuck yo--"
|D.H. Chick #4|
|Exercising until the day I die Years Old|
|Status: No Pain! No Gain!|
Lisa: "Okay, no, stop! This is getting too confusing! I'll ask a question later about why we're roommates, but don't you guys have any names? Like any at all?"
D.H. #3: "Well, we don't have any since we were all just used to being a lackey, not that we could've changed what would've happened."
Lisa: "Sorry, but is your 'Master', Matthew? Cause he's dickhead for not giving any of you names."
D.H. #4: "That! And we just didn't have enough time to say something about it since we were always on the move to do something. So, yeah, Matthew freaking sucks, kekekeke."
D.H. #1: "Snores... He sucks ass. Snores..."
Lisa: "Sweatdrops... Want me to give you names then? Since we're going to be living together anyway."
D.H. #2: "I mean, if you want to, I don't see why not, right, girls?"
D.H. Chicks: "I'll second it. / Might even confuse people if we use the same names! Kahahaha! / Snore... "
Lisa: "Hoo... this is gonna take a while."
Sophie: "You feeling better now, sis?"
Stacey: "Yeah, thanks a lot, Sophie."
Sophie: "Anytime! I'm always here to help, no matter what."
Stacey: "Giggles... You sound just like him."
Sophie: "Sound who now?"
Stacey: "Smirk... Nothing."
Sophie: "Well, if it's nothing, I gotta make us some lunch now. I know you're getting hungry. And your stomach should be growling in 3... 2... 1--"
Stacey: "My stomach doesn't growl--"
GROWL!
...
Sophie: "What were you saying--" Stacey: "Not another word."
Sophie: "Chuckles... If you say so, sis."
Seeing her young stepsister walk away, Stacey rests her head on the pillow that Sophie just added.
Seriously, though, the care that her sister puts into her is just embarrassing and... comforting at least.
It's not like she doesn't like it, hell, it feels like it was meant for someone else.
Don't get Stacey wrong, it's good that her sister is like this.
The fact she's being this productive before... Y/N appeared.
It was heartbreaking to see her be so... empty. Those blank eyes of hers really scared her and her parents.
And it was all fixed when he showed up.
Heh, the amount of distrust she had for him was immense; it wasn't even something she wanted to do, but it was more like an instinct to, like... this is gonna be embarrassing- protect her sister.
There, she said it!
I mean, can you blame a woman for not trusting a man who seemingly might have bad intentions? It wasn't like this feeling was an out-of-nowhere type of feeling. She's been with this feeling ever since guys looked at her and her sister as if they were meat.
But, uh, you know, over time, as they hang out more and get along, get to know more about each other, have an absolute big ass crush on him--
No, just stop it, Stacey! There's no time for that!
Still, though, we were grateful that he found a way to end her being that way when other people couldn't, a.k.a. doctors.
All they could give was medicine to treat it, but never cure it.
We also tried therapists, too, before they gave up and bounced away with my parents' money.
We still don't know how he did it, but whatever he did, all that matters is that we're still here in the moment and that my sister is alive because of him.
My parents, that day, were having their waterworks go into overdrive; they even flooded the house!
I'm exaggerating, of course, but it looked like they did flood the place when they cried.
Hell, it made me cry too, just not too exaggerated like my parents. I was just glad, with my tears dropping like tap water, yeah, didn't cry that hard, no sir!
Sophie: "You're smiling."
Opening her eyes, Stacey smiles at the affirmation mentioned.
Stacey: "I am, huh?"
Sophie: "Well, whatever it is, eat up."
Stacey: "Thanks, sis."
Sophie: "Smiles... You're welcome."
This is why I'm grateful to Y/N every day because I get to see my beautiful and cute sister shine like the star she is...
I wanna marry him so bad.