A/N: Because I'm absolute trash, here's some fanfiction.
"I keep thinking he's going to pop the question," she hums silently to herself whilst swirling a silver spoon in her cup of coffee--black, with two sugars. "It's not like he wouldn't have a reason not to, you know?"
"You think that's the reason he's being so distant with you?" Her friend with beige skin, and unruly black curls takes a drink of her peppermint tea. "Are you sure you even wanna marry the guy, Mags?"
Mags frowns. "Is there a reason for me not to want to marry him?"
"That's not what I'm saying, and you know that. I just think what you guys' have is...,"
"Go on. Come out with it."
"What you guys have is vanilla. And you hate anything vanilla." She says it like its matter-of-fact, and Mags isn't sure that she likes that her best friend thinks that she and her boyfriend are vanilla.
"I like vanilla bean ice cream," Mags shrugs and in another moment scrunches her noise. "Actually, not after those Birthday shots that one year."
Mags friend shrugs and takes a sip of her tea, "I'm behind you no matter what happens, my love."
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the not so romantic / simon minter
Fanfiction[SLOW UPDATES: ONGOING UNTIL COMPLETED] "if you're googling: what is an emotionally abusive relationship, whilst sleeping stark naked next to the so-called love of your life; chances are you're in one, babe."
