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bitch imma cow.
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This week has been exhausting.
Finals are starting to appear in the distance, and Mackenzie's stress level is at its worst. Johnny's been taking late shifts all week, not stumbling home until almost midnight. On top of that, they're still nowhere near the amount Johnny costs.
But that's just how the broke bitch life is.
So, to ease of any stress, they decide to have a movie night.
Mackenzie's making popcorn while Johnny's picking out a movie.
"Princess," he calls. "What is–" the slams of the microwave door momentarily blurs his voice, and she misses the middle of his question. "...Grey?"
Without waiting for her answer, he clicks the remote and the opening credits begin to play.
Grey? Like the color?
Groaning, she grabs the popcorn from the microwave. At times, he can be so dumb. She thought he would pick out something interesting, but no.
A dumbass movie about colors.
"It's just a color." She sighs, stepping into the living room. "There's nothing exciting– what the hell!"
Not just Grey, Mack.
Grey.
As in Fifty Shades of Grey.
She stares in horror at the woman being chained and such. The kinky movie causes her to squeal in embarrassment.
"No, wrong movie!" She exclaims, rushing towards him on the couch and desperately grabbing the remote.
She presses the power button, and the TV turns black. "Boy, what do you think you're doing?"
"I picked a movie!" He raises his hands in defense. "I did what you told me to, Princess."
"Anything but that movie, just... god."
"But, what's so bad about it? It seems fun." His hands clasps around her waist and draw her to his lap.
"Uh, that movie ain't it." She crosses her arms. "Not something you should be watching either, kiddo."
"I'm not a little boy, Princess. You and I both know that. Especially you."
He does a little playful hip-thrust under her, and she laughs at his actions.
It's soon cut off when his lips brush hers once, twice, then come again for a deep kiss.
"Please don't let them take me away, Princess." He says against her lips. "I love you... you're my home."
She pulls back, pausing to gauge his features. "I'll protect you if that's the last thing I do. You mean a lot to me." She smiles.
Ding!
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To Mackenzie Ziegler:
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Her smile slowly fades and turns into a frown. She guesses it's time for her next and ONLY option.
The stripper pole🤪.
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END OF CHAPTER.
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A/N: the ghost at my gma house gets on my mf nerves like bitch dont be mad bc u dead and i'm alive, like ur time PASSED sweetie... also slamming the doors, hiding my shit, moving objects, etc, is just petty asf smh do better sis💀👋🏽
