I'm in love with an emo gworl 😩😩😩😩😩

Beach Episode

Bobot takes off his shirt and Lancer goes "AWOOGA😍😍😍😍"

It was a sizzling hot day, you could probably cook an egg in this damn weather. Anyways, the two emo bitches and their son are off to the beach, Bobby wearing a little sun hat and sunglasses that somehow stayed on his face despite his lack of ears. Lancer and Bobot literally looked at the exact same, the only change was that Lancer wasn't wearing her MCR hoodie that she usually wears despite claiming to not be emo. Bobot had only been outside for a few minutes, which is an achievement within itself, and he can already feel himself slowly turning into a puddle. Dazed and lightheaded as he fanned himself with his shirt, lagging behind Lancer who was preoccupied with her phone. "Jesus fuck, it's hot as shit..." Bobot practically moaned as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I warned you that we would be having approximately 80 degree weather today, yet you did not heed my warning and wear proper clothes for this weather." Bobby said, lifting up his sunglasses as he turned to the drenched emo Ed Sheeran looking ass. "All of my clothes are black, you can't really blame me." Bobot groaned, in his usual slouched position that hid his actual size. "You do have shorts in your wardrobe, yes?" Bobby inquired, receiving a nod from the slowly dying Bobot. "Then, why did you not wear those over your tight black jeans?" Bobby asked, fixing his little hat. "Fuck that." Was all that Bobot responded with. The three finally arrived to their little spot on the beach, Lancer was still distracted by her phone as she sat down, Bobby hopping down from her shoulder to sit next to her. Bobot basically just fell down, managing to catch himself just before he hit the ground. The three did, literally nothing. What? Did you seriously think emos would be running around in the sun blinding everyone in a 50 mile radius with their pale ass skin? You assume to much. Besdies that, the day was quite uneventful. Lancer remained distracted by her phone, occasionally stopping to stare and talk to her slowly dying boyfriend. Bobby had grabbed himself a drink, the cup nearly half his size, sipping his pink lemonade through a straw. And there was Bobot, who was busy fucking dying. Even while hidden underneath the shade with a fairly strong breeze past by, he was still melting. His shirt was practically drenched in his sweat, sticking onto his torso. Bobot was busy contemplating doing something, unsure if he should since he's in public. "Fuck it..." Bobot muttered to himself, besides he's at the beach, no one would give a shit if he just took of his wet ass shirt. He stood up, catching Lancer's attention. She only looked at him through her peripheral vision up until she noticed he was sliding his hands under his shirt, making Lancer basically snap her neck to properly stare at him. Bobot took off of his shirt rather slowly, making Lancer's face redden with anticipation. Soon, Bobot's shirt was fully off, revealing his surprisingly well toned torso. His muscles were incredibly toned, primarily in his chest which Lancer was currently staring at, her mouth agape and her face red. The sweat trickled down his muscles, which only made the experience better for Lancer, who was practically drooling, salivating even, at this point. "Mother? Are you alright?" Bobby popped into Lancer's view, snapping her out of her trance. She looked rather disappointed that her son had stopped her from staring at her now shirtless boyfriend. "I'm uhh... Fine Bobby..." Lancer said, waving Bobby away as she looked past him to continue staring. "Very well then." Bobby said, going back to sipping his lemonade. Lancer stared at Bobot for the next 10 minutes, drooling, shaking, and rapidly blinking as she admired his muscles. "Lancer? Are you ok?" Bobot asked, noticing the not at all subtle staring from Lancer. "HUH??? YEAH- I'M FINE." Lancer suddenly yelled, gripping her legs and digging her nails so far into her skin to possibly cause bleeding. Bobot stared at her for a bit, smirking underneath his face mask as he realized why Lancer was staring in the first place. Bobot stretched a bit, deliberately showing off his muscles for Lancer to drool over as if it is a delectable meal set in front of her after days of starvation. Bobby was staring at the two, glaring at Bobot through his sunglasses as he drank his lemonade. Then they uhh, went back home or whatever. I have no clue how to end this chapter so yeah- 😋😋😋😋