I'm sorry Mr. Munson I am for real
There he is standing in all his glory smoking his joint. Eddie Munson and druggie who is on his third time taking senior year. Can I just say he is so FOINE. I'm gonna go talk to him.
"Hey Munson, me and your dawduh gotta special thing goin on."
"I'm sorry what?"
"Sorry i-I'm n-n-nervous" I say while biting my lip.
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"Yeah I figured," he giggled lifting a hand to his face. "Last time I checked I didn't have a daughter."
I mentally slapped myself in the face. "You say it's puppy love, we say it's full grown." Oh gosh. What was I letting roll out of my mouth? I stepped closer to Eddie, and he looked a little startled. He stepped back and then gave me a purple nurple. I seemed to melt into his arms. I may be in pain, but that was hot for some reason.
"Next time tou want to go out just say so, okay? Bb gorl?" He sighed.
"Yeah cutue uwu you're so baby get me one of those hellfire club shirts I'm so in love."
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"If your so in love then why don't you do a little song for me"
"Oh nah I don't think I cou- 🎶 I think we could be something more than 'just good friends?' But you've got to be caught up in the friend caught up caught up in the friend zone🎶."
"Wow I didn't know you felt like I was putting you in the friend zone, but I hope you know that i feel the same way" he says while biting his lip. Man that's hot. So I grab his face stare into his poopy brown orbs and finally kiss those lips