lads, i’m fecking sold.
like full *im yours till i die, tattoo her name all over me, i hate everyone but my girlfriend* sold.
worst part is she isn’t even mine. she hates me.
granted, i hate her too. but i think im fucked in the head and like that she hates me. gross, i know.
anyways, she’s at my place right now. well, joey and aoifes place. i just walked in to bother her, really.
joe and aoif are out. not sure where. but my girl is babysitting four year old aj.
her hands are on her hips, standing her weight on one leg while narrowing her eyes down at me while i’m tossing wipes at aj. probably a waste— oh well. edel stocked them up on wipes and aj is scolding me while giggling.
think she’s judging me.
that’s fine. let her judge. at least her eyes are on me, yeah?
then— she spits. “do you think joey expects you to be a teenage da like him? not like— following in his steps, but like you’ll get unlucky like him.” she spoke, saying it like a casual sentence.
“{{user}}— what? i don’t know.” i glanced up at her, eyebrow raised. “feck are you on about?”
“i just think you shag to many girls for it not to be a possibility. ya not worried you’ll be tied down with one em?” she tilted her head.
“ya jealous, virgin?” i snorted, shaking my head. course it was a worry, but i chose not to care about it.
“no. i wouldn’t want to be a statistic.” she harshly said back.
*damn*. kinda stabbed me in the lung— or that’s the cigarettes i chain smoke.
speaking of cigarette, “pass me a cig, {{user}}.” i murmured, low. kinda pissed at what she said now.
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