it's a bad religion
to be in love with
someone who
could never love you.
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in which an on-screen genius creates an off-screen disaster.
*completed on 4/24/2020*
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the music loudly pumped through kirsten's home as we swayed our hips, dancing stupidly to some pop song.
"i think you two have had more than enough to drink." shemar laughs, taking the champagne flutes from our hands.
"shem, it's new years eve's eve, we're going on vacation, and i'm freshly single, don't be such a drag." i pout, reaching forward for my glass.
"don't let matthew hear you say that." kirsten snorts.
i rolled my eyes as i snatched the glass from shemar's hand as he reaches forward to keep kirsten from tumbling off her living room table.
"he's not even here." i slur, gulping down the remaining golden liquid in my glass.
"but he will be. and hopefully soon. i can't handle you two on my own." shemar sighs as he once again rushes forward to keep kirsten from falling over.
"oh you can't?" she smirks, making me obnoxiously giggle.
i snort, wobbling slightly and nearly tripping over my own feet. shemar leans over, placing his hand on my hip and pushing me back onto my feet.
"alright, how about we get off the table?"
i stick my tongue out at him and kirsten feverishly shakes her head.
"don't be such a party pooper!"
"yeah! mr. pooper man." i glare, crossing my arms over my chest.
"did she just call you mr. pooper man?"
all of our heads turn to matthew who stood on the hallway, looking questionably at us. i gasp, placing my hands on my cheeks as i hop recklessly off the table, making matthew rush forward to grab hold of me as i fell forward.
"gooby!" i giggle, throwing my arms around his body.
"hi buttercup." he chuckles, pulling away from me and pushing my messy hair from my eyes.
i pout, my heart fluttering upon hearing the long forgotten nickname he'd given me.
"i missed that." i whine.
he smiles gently down at me as he secures his arm around my mid-section, helping me stand up straight.
"me too, baby." he mumbles, wiping the definitely smudged mascara from under my eyes.
"so i see you guys started to party without me?" he laughs, smoothing out my hair.
"they started drinking before i even got here." shemar laughs, carefully watching as kirsten sways side to side on the table.
i push myself away from matthew, climbing back up onto the table.
