I sat there next to my best friend Eddy, he couldn't see my wallpaper.. he'd be ashamed. It was Boris. My beautiful fair skinned god. My phone lit up on the counter and I quickly snatched it away and looked at the Twitter notification; my beloved has posted. What political affairs has come out of parliament now? I let out a small laugh. It was just another one of his funny Brexit rants.
"What's wrong with you? New girl, yeah?" Eddy mocked, nudging me with his elbow.
"W-What? No.." I let out an uneasy laugh, I couldn't let my greasy love ball be outed like this.. not in health and social care at least.
"Liar. Who is she?" He smirked and grabbed my phone.
"No!" I tried to grab it back but he had it clenched in his fist.
"Boris Johnson? You like Boris Johnson, why the hell is he your lockscreen?" He laughed and started going through the Twitter.
"I don't.. but Brexit means Brexit, right?" I laughed and watched, mentally greening at his tweets.
