AGHHHH! SEQUEL<3<3 (: You guys madeee me(;
Okay. So, yeah, I’m supposed to write how we lived “Happily Ever After”, but, believe me, we were far from a fairytale. You could say I was “abusive” but hey, PMSing…right?
So I’m sitting in his car, drooling on the window as each fast-food restaurant speeds across my vision.
“Can we stop?” I ask, pointing to the big yellow M arch. God am I obsessed..
“No, tubby.” I narrow my eyes at this.
“What the fudge?” I give him a death glare, my middle finger hovering over his face.
“You’re too fat. I can’t believe I don’t leave you…” he rolled his eyes.
“WHAT?! YOU SON OF A BISCUIT!” I flung myself at him, forgetting we were in a moving car. We swerved, landing into a grass ditch. The airbags, surprisingly, did not go off. I was still batting against his hold, hollering profanities and kicking everywhere I could reach.
“GET YOUR STUMPY LEGS OFF OF MY—OWWWW DANG IT WHAT THE-”
I gave him the army call, and tumbled out of the door. I took wet mud and slashed two lines across my face.
“THIS. IS. WAR.” I ran into the woods, my legs pumping against the harsh wind. Wait. Where was I going?
“GET BACK HERE!”
“NO YOU BISCUIT!”
I tripped over a root, flailing my arms, trying to catch myself.
“BLERGGGGGGG!” I yelled. My mouth was full of mud. I spluttered and did a somersault, slamming into something hard.
“OWHCCCCCCCCCCCC!” I scream, mud flopping out of my mouth.
Mud tasted like shiz with a sprinkle of pizzaz.
“You are so stupid,” Matthew muttered.
“But you love me right?” I said, clawing out the mud.
“No.”
“Yes you do.”
“Uh, neverrrrrr.”
“YESSSSSSSSSSSS.”
“No!” I took my muddy hand and stuck a chunk of the wet stuff into his face.
“Yes you do.” I said, winking.
Then we all tumbled down, a mud fight beginning. We laughed, we smiled, and we actually got along for a change…
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AHHHHHHHH. This was not as serious as I wanted it to be XDDDDDD but whatever! :D I hope you enjoyed<3 I may write one in Matthew's view...COMMENT BELOW telling me if I should or not! Vote and comment(:
