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Something Stupid (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He couldn’t help himself. Her scent, being around her, all it brought up was memories of that night.
 
It felt like ages ago, but it was merely the night before. He couldn't help it; and now she would be staying with him for a while.
 
It was hard to. She was perfect. She had the perfect body; wide hips that would feel great in his hands, a thin waist, and a fat ass. She always made her uniform look so good.
 
He was groaning softly, replaying the images of her ass bouncing off of him again and again. Fuck, this was bad.
 
He had to try and keep it as friendly as possible. They were just friends. She was dumped literally yesterday. He shouldn't be thinking like this.
 
Goldie was thinking about him, too, in the same way she shouldn't. Did this mean she was a whore? Was she really desperate? No, she was drunk and heartbroken. She wasn't in a good state of mind. So then why didn't she regret it? She should regret it, right? Rocco is her ex's best friend.
 
She just got dumped, it doesn’t mean anything, right? Why the fuck didn’t he stop thinking about her?
 
Pretty soon, the door unlocked and she came home, smiling brightly.
"Ok, so I did some research and you won't believe this but potatoes are better for you than rice so I got some potatoes! And I know broccoli has a bunch of vitamins in it but I felt like mini carrot spears would be best tonight."
 
She smiled more, and for some reason the room seemed a little brighter from it, "Good, you won't regret it. Every boyfriend ever jas told me I'm a boss cook, and I didn't take a single cooking class!"
 
Boyfriend. He needed that title. No, stop. “Well I guess I’m about to find that out.” He said, grinning.
 
She smiled and nodded firmly before setting up to make the chimichurri.
"What are your thoughts on garlic? Do you believe there's such a thing as too much?"
 
“I’m indifferent, really, I like garlic, but sometimes it can be a little overpowering.” He said.
 
"That was~🎵 the wrong answer~🎵" She sang, "but I'll be a kind God and only use two cloves instead of six~"
 
He laughed softly and tried his best to relax. This was going to be rough. But, he could muscle through it. It wasn’t like it would be forever. Then, both of them would just.. be on their separate ways. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn’t want that.
 
She looked so natural over there in the kitchen; like she belonged there. Not in any like, weird and misogynistic way. But like it would be out of place if she wasn't there, and he wasn't there with her; being dumb and cooking together, filling the walls with loud genuine laughter.
 
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