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jeoseungsaja · 2 years

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🍸 + not a question, but rather please take an equally drunk patrick stumbling over to his dear friend to ask him to hold something for him....it's patrick's hand. that and patrick will also be kissing his dear friend on the cheek once they're holding hands 😊

@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.

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Once again he’s sitting on the floor, his back pressed to the couch and his hand still holding the neck of a half-empty bottle of Soju. It almost feels like déjà vu, akin to that day where he was sitting right on this spot, waiting for Patrick to come back from the bathroom. The difference is that this time, his dear friend is not the only one drenched in tipsiness but he, too, is drunk to the point of feeling a bit of dizziness swirling in his head.

How did he manage to get like this? Well, the conversation kept flowing and he never noticed the drinks continued to be poured down the glass until part of his speech became a little slurred. Then again, not noticing has become something common when it comes to spending time with his best friend --- Hyuk forgets everything else but the fact that Patrick is there, with him. Why would he focus in the quantity of distilled spirit, when he rather remember the number of times Patrick laughed?

So now he’s here, under the roof of a familiar place, away from the table and stuck to the ground. His eyes close for a second, free hand pressed to his forehead as something similar to a grumble escapes his alcohol-stained lips. One eye opens when he starts to hear the sound of something hitting another something, head tilting to find Patrick clumsily walking and a bag with art supplies (that Hyuk bought recently) toppling over. He thinks he hears his dear friend apologizing (though he doesn’t know if the apology is aimed toward him or the bag); palm moving to be waved in dismissal.

“Leave it there, I’ll....I’ll pick--pick it up ‘morrow.”

Even in this hazy state, he doesn’t want Patrick to make any unnecessary efforts. Besides, what if he tries to pick up the brushes which rolled out of the bag and ends up hitting his head against something? No, no; it’s best like this.

“It’s fine. Could...you...come sit down, here, here---”

And he pats the space next to him; leaving the bottle of Soju somewhere away from his grasp so both of his hands can lazily land on his lap. Seconds later and he’s hearing more stumbling; torpid sight following Patrick’s silhouette making it to where he is. The signs of his dear friend being inebriated are present: red-flushed cheeks, rolled up sleeves; dopey (but vastly endearing) grin...and words that Hyuk can’t fully understand at first, but that must be because the detective is also under the influence.

“What? Y’want me...to hold somethin’?”

He repeats in the shape of a question, Patrick’s sluggish nod confirming Hyuk’s ears didn’t fully fail him. The detective’s hand stretches out, palm up and ready to receive anything his best friend wants him to hold. He doesn’t even hesitate, just accepts his request without even asking him what, exactly, wishes for him to temporarily have.

A plop is heard and the warmth of his friend is felt, meaning that he’s finally sitting nearby. Soon enough, weight is added to Hyuk’s waiting hand; head turning to see what it is. He blinks and frowns. That’s...Patrick’s hand, and he doesn’t feel an item or anything between their hands now clasped together.

Wait. Wait. It takes him longer to connect the dots when drunk. Curse him for being a lightweight.

“This is what y’wanted me to ‘old?”

And he lifts their intertwined hands --- funnily enough, Hyuk doesn’t let go. Not even for a second. A vague nod comes from his friend, along with the sudden planting of a kiss on Hyuk’s cheek. It’s not long enough before pink begins to bloom on his skin, along with a muzzy smile. Does this mean...Patrick is also prone to flirt when drunk? That’s something Hyuk didn’t know about...not like this, at least; a brand new door unlocked due to the stages they’re moving through.

Because, at this point, it’d be insanely silly to say they’re just friends, right? They can deny it all they want, but their hearts would challenge them, wouldn’t they?

Hyuk’s smile widens. He likes this. Likes that he’s getting to know more about another side of Patrick, likes that these lines and actions are aimed to him; likes that he gets to have this moment with his best friend --- likes him, Patrick, more than words can express.

“Okay. I’m taking good care of it.”

He tells Patrick, looking at him and that kind face which tends to send odd sensations (they’re called butterflies, but he’s too rusty to recognize that) to his stomach.

Eyes dance over dear friend’s features; drunken stupor adding a boldness to let his sight freeze on the shape of his best friend’s lips. There they are again, the thoughts, the what if’s, the undisclosed wishes. But instead of letting them win whilst drunk, Hyuk ends up allowing his head to fall on Patrick’s shoulder; temple comfortably pressed there.

His thumb, it begins to draw soft circles on Patrick’s hand; eyes dropping to catch the view of their hands holding each other. It does feel like déjà vu.

Except, except. There is no thoughts of ‘I should let go’. No, in fact, he squeezes his dear friend’s hand. In fact, he decides to twist their arms a little so Patrick’s fist is facing him. And when this happens, he brings the professor’s knuckles to his lips and kisses them. Presses a hearty kiss there, between bones.

“I’m taking good care of it.”

He repeats, his eyes slowly closing; sleepiness somehow kicking in. It’s this peace, he knows. The peace he feels when Patrick’s near --- he’s the one who calms his raging waters; the sea that constantly threatens to lift high waves.

“Good care...of...you. I promise.”

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#ofgentleresolve #♔ || interaction (patrick).#♔ || verse three.#♔ || the puzzle of our friendship is the most comforting (patrick).#EXCUSE ME AS I WEEP OVER THESE TWO OMGIWUEDHKASHIWEUDHAKSHDUWEHD #I FINALLY FOUND THE ENERGY AND TIME TO WRITE IF ONLY FOR A FEW MINUTES AND I COULDN'T HELP BUT JUMP ON THIS IN A HEARTBEAT #I'M NOT EVEN QUEUEING THIS I'M JUST GONNA POST IT PLEASE #FERRE HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I ADORE THEM AND EVERYTHING THEY ARE #HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU AND HOW THANKFUL I AM OF ALL THE DYNAMICS WE HAVE TOGETHER #HAVE I TOLD YOU!!!!!! HOW I'M CRYIN' AND SOBBIN' AND IWUEHDKASHDIWUHED #oK SORRY I'M JUST A MESS WIUEHKASDHUWIEDHIWEHD #LOOK AT PATRICK BEING SMOOTH EVEN WHEN BEING DRUNK #I also remember that you told me that Patrick is a little bit...flirtatious? When he's tipsy/drunk? So I mentioned that in my reply #I HOPE IT'S OKAY #AND I HOPE??? EVERYTHING I WROTE IS OKAY BUT IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING PLS LET ME KNOW #Look at my son --- is it obvious he's all heart eyes over his best friend --- LMAO WIEUDHASJDHWIUEDH #I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL FERRE AND THAT!! EVERYTHING'S GOING WELL ON YOUR TRIP <3 #PLS TAKE CARE AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ;W;

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myladyladybug · 7 years

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Happy Halloween!

Rating: K

Words: 953

Summary: Mari’s first Halloween party in University!

University life was all about the experiences. At least, this was what Alya kept telling Marinette. And one of the experiences, was university parties.

It was traditional, at these parties, to drink many alcoholic drinks, talk to as many drunk people as you could, play some sort of drinking game (regardless of whether or not you actually drink during these games), and go home very late and tired.

Optional activities included hooking up with someone, getting so drunk you black out, throwing up, screaming at the top of your lungs, and waking up with a terrible hangover in the morning (though this last one was to be debated).

None of these activities sounded particularly appealing to Marinette, but after a long period of persuasion, accompanied by a poorly put together but very well thought out PowerPoint presentation, Alya convinced her best friend to try at least one party.

Halloween was teeming with parties of every variety; house parties, frat parties, keg parties, bar parties, club parties. None of these were exclusively one kind or another. Thankfully, Marinette was not going to be subject to anything well out of her comfort zone. Thankfully, Alya’s boyfriend was throwing what she had been told was a tamer and smaller party, with a guest list of only intimate friends and their plus ones.

Marinette was lied to.

The petit girl dressed modestly as a ladybug froze at the sight of what appeared might be overwhelming, and was only moved from her spot when Alya realized she hadn’t been following her anymore.

“Come! It’ll be fun, I promise,” said Alya, who had chosen to don herself in a sexy cat costume. Or had it been a fox?

“You can’t know that,” Marinette protested.

“… Alright fine, if you hate it after half an hour, we’ll go home, no questions asked.”

“Deal.”

Marinette was bored. Having found herself the kitchen and a counter to lean up against, she watched the other party goers observantly while sipping the red solo cup in hand. Everyone seemed pleasant enough, but she knew she would never be able to bring herself to talk to any of them.

As her eyes scanned, she unceremoniously arrested by another set of eyes. A vibrant green caught her attention and she found herself staring at a black cat.

Well, a boy dressed as a black cat.

A handsome boy dressed as a black cat.

And it wasn’t some bizarre sexy black cat. No, he was dressed simply, as if he had had trouble finding a last-minute Halloween costume and found cat ears lying about on the floor. But it worked for him.

He was definitely good-looking, but didn’t seem the type to be overly proud or obvious about the fact that he was good looking. He was subtly good looking. He was so subtly good looking that what Marinette thought was a subtle glance at this subtly good-looking guy was not at all subtle.

Though to be fair, he was staring as well.

And even with all of his staring, Marinette still choked on her drink when he started walking toward her. Her brain immediately started conjuring up a million worst case scenarios.

Oh my god he’s going to talk to me.

He’s walking toward me oh god.

He won’t stop looking at me.

He’s really hot. What?

What do I do? What will I say?

What is happening??

Whatever was going on, Marinette was feeling a mix of excitement and fear. She tried to look anywhere but at him, but it was far too late.

“Hey, I like your costume,” he said, breaking the ice. Despite his bold approach, he sounded as timid as she felt. Marinette bit her lip nervously before looking up at him.

“Th-thank you.”

“I, think it matches mine pretty well!” His grin sent flutters to her stomach. So much so that she somehow managed to miss how awkward he looked. She missed how flustered and uncertain he looked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, we’re like a pair: the black cat and lady luck. Ladybugs are a sign of good luck you know.” The more he spoke, the more confidence seemed to bloom forth from his words. And the more nerdy and humble he sounded. Marinette smiled, amused by his implication.

“Are they,” she replied, raising an eyebrow in flirtatious skepticism.

“So I’ve been told.” Using her drink, she pointed at him.

“Doesn’t that mean I should stay away from you? You know, since you’re so unlucky.” His cheeks flushed.

“On the contrary Little Ladybug, I think we should stick together. That way our luck can balance out.”

“You mean your luck can balance out. My luck is sounding pretty good right now.” Oh god, was she flirting? She was flirting. Marinette couldn’t remember the last time she had flirted with anyone, let alone a stranger at a party. Let alone an attractive stranger at a party. Who was apparently flirting back at her. Mutual flirting. A permanent smile seemed to grace him now.

“Meow-tch Little Ladybug. You couldn’t do a favor and help a poor kitty out?”

“Well, I suppose if it’s just a little luck, I could offer a four-leaf clover,” she replied mischievously, reaching out and flicking at the bell he wore around his neck. His hand held onto his chest where his heart lay.

“You wound me, Ladybug,” he declared with a flair of dramatics. A giggle escaped her lips.

“It was never my intention, Chat Noir.” He righted himself and seemed to end his histrionics.

“Adrien,” he beamed, “my name is Adrien.” She was just a little bit out of breath, though she couldn’t discern why.

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you.”

Author’s Note: This was originally way longer, with a massive set up for the scene. Then I decided that nobody really needed to know all that stuff and dove right into the fluff instead. Also, I removed a lot of Chat Noir’s … flair, because every time I wrote it in, it felt kind of creepy to do to a stranger at a party. So, have a mix of Chat Noir’s boldness and Adrien’s politeness.

Disclaimer: Not all university/college parties (in Canada) are this busy. Many of the ones I went to were actually pretty small, or at least definitely not packed. Even a big party was usually only about 30 people, and that many people fit pretty comfortably in a house. The Halloween, Homecoming and St. Patrick’s parties were always really crazy. It probably wasn’t a good idea for Marinette’s first party.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #halloween fic #myladywrites #adrienette #it took so many tries to upload this wtf tumblr

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gothicplantqueen-blog · 7 years

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Never feel bad about ridding your life of toxic people.

One of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do in your life is cut out toxic friends. I did that last night. After one last night of Denny’s late night outing, I figured it was finally time to say good bye to a 7 year friendship.

You may think that 7 years is a long time and believe me when I say it is, but let me also say this, this person hasn’t always been toxic, they were at one point my best friend whom I thought would be my maid of honor at my wedding, the one I’d tag memes on, on facebook.

But not anymore.

Let me tell you how it started.

Back in 2013 my ex and I had been dating for almost 3 years and due to some childish behavior on both our parts (mainly mine) he decided to end things with me. I was devistated, heartbroken; I truly believed that he was the love of my life at the time, but due to my own emotional and trust issues, I pushed him away.

This person did all they could to make things better for me, but there wasn’t much they could do. But I do appreciate their efforts.

Fast forward to when my mom was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, this person acted as if they really didn’t care. I was too emotional about my ex and my mom being diagnosed with cancer was the cherry on the top. I later found out that this person talked about me behind my back to my co-workers about ‘how annoying and whiny I was being about my ex.’ This person hadn’t been in a serious relationship since high school and even that relationship lasted like 3 months? Maybe longer, I don’t really know, so they really don’t know what it’s like to have the person you thought was your soulmate, tell you they didn’t love you anymore.

This wasn’t the first instant that this person made it clear of their feelings about me talking about my ex. It was my coping mechanism. I realize now that yes, I was annoying, but I was going through a really tough time. It was either talking about my ex or the fact we weren’t sure if my mom was going to survive (she did; almost 4 years strong next year!)

I had gone with them to get their hair done with them and their grandmother. Their grandmother had asked how I was dealing with my break up and I told her the truth. I was hurt, but I still loved him and believed that we would eventually get back together.

This person scoffed and rolled their eyes. I hadn’t even brought up my ex. I wasn ‘t even going to bring him up. Someone else did and they had the audacity to do this. Maybe I did over reacted, but after years and years of abuse from their mother and siblings and listening to the same stories and drama every single time we talked, I still sat there comforting them and giving them advice. But they couldn’t even give me that.

Fast forward a few months and she moves into the same apartment duplex as me. I should mention now that when she moved in with our other friend, she didn’t have any money saved up; at all. She made him pay the $800 lease with the promise of paying him back.

Things are great, we have a few issues here and there. We make jokes about people we’re friends with, ya know whatever.

Come May, a mutual friend of ours comes home from Boot Camp and his family and a mutual friend of his and mine go to the river bottoms and I ask when I can come and see him. He asks me to join them so I do.

When I get back, she starts being really passive aggressive on Facebook, upset that she wasn’t invited too. I had no control over it. I wasn’t even going to go until they had asked me. It’s not my fault that she wasn’t invited. I believe we ended up getting into a fight, but that’s whatever.

A few more months pass and my ex and I become friends after not speaking for a few months. She starts online dating and starts seeing this guy. He says he’s gonna come down for her birthday, but then never does. She’s heartbroken and we feel horrible.

Her roommate also tells her that he has feelings for her because its been eating him up inside. SHE THEN SAYS PASSIVELY AGGRESSIVELY TO ME ON FACEBOOK MESSENGER THAT HER BIRTHDAY IS RUINED BECAUSE HE TOLD HER THAT.

Fast forward to like August/September.

I start getting these random ANONS on tumblr. I have no idea who they are but it’s nice getting Anons who aren’t mean or malicious. But then things started getting a little flirtatious. Again, I have no idea who this is.

My friend then starts putting pieces together and it turns out to be her boyfriend from the dating site she was on. She then waits a week before telling me, all the while this time, she’s acting like a cold cunt to me.

It’s not till her roommate tells me what’s going on and I profusely apologize because had I known it was I wouldn’t have said anything, screenshotted the asks and sent them to her.

So after that blows over we’re best friends again. A few months pass and I move in with her and our friend. One of our friends she’s kind of into, she flirts with him whatever, then she starts seeing this guy named Cole.

My ex and I are messing around and whatever.

I had plans to go out to dinner with my friends and then go to a club. I thought it’d be great. My birthday is the day before Halloween, so I wanted to go on my birthday.

The night of the dinner, she gets mad at me when I buy myself a drink WHEN SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS GONNA BUY MY DINNER AND I ASKED HER IF I COULD HAVE A DRINK AND SHE AGREED.

She also had her boyfriend join us which was never actually asked. Oh side note here, she NEVER cleaned our room. Ever. It was always a disaster. So whenever she’d have her boyfriend over, she’d clean the whole house. But never lifted a finger when he wasn’t around. AND she’d never tell us when he was coming over which wasn’t fair because he would just be there and we would have no notice.

The night we went to dinner, my friend and her best friend asked if I wanted to go see a movie, so I agreed, no biggie, it was a lame movie, but the memories were good.

So my plans for Halloween get ruined because she doesn’t want to go and I wasn’t gonna go without my best friend.

A few months pass without much drama going on, my ex and I stop being friends because of some drama and ‘he just wants to move on’ whatever on my part. I start going on dates and whatever, nothing pans out but for the first time in a long time, I am really happy

Except for when our other roommate starts dating this girl and decides that it’s more important to buy her $500 worth of stuff for valentine’s day, rather than pay the PGE.

So we’re out of power till I get paid at the end of the week. And I can’t even pay my portion of rent. Thankfully, our landlords were really understanding and told me I could pay them when I got paid next.

During this time, I find out that my toxic friend, hasn’t been helping with the PGE. Which is shit. Like how do you not help pay the PGE? It’s ridiculous.

That shit blows over and we move on with our lives.

My ex starts messaging me and it’s hectic because he won’t leave me alone. At some point toxic friend tells me that he showed up to our apartment asking if they had seen and told me to call him, so I eventually do (believe me these are important bits)

Come April, the Friday before Easter; Good Friday.

I wake up to my phone going off, thinking works calling me in. I find four missed calls from my brother and three from my mom.

Two voicemails from both of them.

First one is from my brother crying, I can barely understand him.

Second one is from my mom. “Hey Jeannie, it’s mom. I just left your dad at the hospital when he went into surgery (my dad has having a heart procedure done where they put something around his artery to help it from skipping a beat? They had to go through his thigh I don’t remember what happened.) I’m heading home. Patrick said Sasha had a seizure and I’m gonna take her to the vet, give me a call.”

My cat Sasha, whom we had had since the day she was born, was turning 21 that May. The month before she was given a clean bill of health. She was going blind, but other than that she was completely fine.

I call my mom back and she picks me up. We take my cat to the vet and as I’m sure you had guessed, we put her down. It was the hardest decision I had ever had to make.

So when I get home after crying my eyes out because I am absolutely heartbroken because she was my cat, her boyfriend is there. She just looks at me like I’m a fucking moron for crying. My cat had just died and she couldn’t even say that she was sorry. But she had her boyfriend over for the weekend. Again without giving us a heads up.

A couple months passed and I’m at work after having a shitty morning when one of my co-workers comes up to me and says “Taylor’s not coming to work.” I’m like haha okay, funny, she’s on her way now. He then tells me no, she’s been hit by a car. I ended up receiving a phone call from her telling me she was on her way to the hospital because she had indeed been hit by a car.

This accident led to her being unemployed because she wasn’t able to work with a broken back. No big deal, that was understandable. We told her to call Aflac (where we were working offered this to us) and to call disability so she could continue to pay for rent and utilities until she was either cleared for a job or was given money from the lawsuit.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, this was in May, come June? I get home to be told that we’ve been given an eviction notice. We’re scrambling trying to figure out what’s going on.

Turns out we were almost five months behind on rent. All of us were responsible, I think Josh and I were like...a month behind? I think when we had to pay our PGE in February, I forgot to pay them. But it also turned out that Miss Taylor hadn’t paid since the beginning of the year. So, Josh and I ended up making a deal with our landlords that since we were only a month behind with our portions, if we asked Taylor to leave they would let us start over fresh.

So we did. We told Taylor she had to leave that she couldn’t stay with us anymore. She also went behind our backs and tried having her boyfriend pay her portion so she could stay there and we’d be kicked out. Our landlords told her no. Flat out no.

It eventually go to the point that we had to get my mom involved to kind of put things into perspective for her.

So she moved out.

Months passed, she eventually paid both Josh and I back for the lease and the PGE she owed from February. She was only going to pay Josh $200 dollars of the $800 she owed him and I went off on her.

She went out for her birthday with some mutual and not so mutual friends of ours and tells me that one of her ‘friends’ was sitting there just talking mad shit about me and I’m like wow, cool. (this is important.)

For a few months, things were okay. I moved out of the apartment and with some other friends.

There isn’t much drama involving her other than her making fun of our mutual friend and his girlfriend who is physically and mentally disabled. So things happen, we all hang out, go to the Zoo and things finally feel like they’re back to normal.

Comes August. At this point, I’m still on OKCupid and Plenty of Fish since my ex and I are just not working out still and I’m just ready to move on. As I’m scrolling through people, I see Taylor’s boyfriend Cole, whose moving to Washington within the next few weeks and was in San Fran at the time. I sit there wondering if I should tell her whats going on

I mean, I’m beating myself up because I don’t want to be that friend, but at the same time I’m just like I would want her to do the same if I was dating someone who was active on OKC.

So I wait for her to be home and I send her screenshots and explain to her I wasn’t snooping, I was just trying to look out for her.

This naive little girl then messages me and tells me that it’s because his OKC and Plenty of Fish (I had to make sure it wasn’t just a coincidence) were hooked up to his Facebook.

I had been active on both sites for MONTHS at this point, this was the first time that I had seen his accounts on both pages.

So I chalked it up as whatever, if she doesn’t want to believe the cold hard evidence, then that’s on her.

A few weeks later, they broke up ‘because his friends didn’t want her moving in with them’ (supposedly she had talked to his roommates and they had told her this)

We don’t really talk much, whatever, she’s heartbroken after a few weeks because she was in love with.

I invite her to my birthday/Halloween party where she tries to start shit with my roommate after he makes a comment that was in no way directed at her. She tends to have this constant need to be the center of drama (like Madison but that’s a story for a different day)

Fast forward to 2017.

About May? I think, I find out she had been seeing Cole since Thanksgiving and she had told everyone else, but never thought to tell me. Her reasoning was because she was trying to find the courage to tell me.

This was also the day that I found out that she thought I had told her this because I was jealous and that I wanted to ruin her relationship. I honestly didn’t care because let’s be real they were together for almost two years and he hadn’t said ‘I love you’ because of his last ex. Okay.

I also called her out because our ‘mutual’ friend (I put quotations because she’s my friend not Taylor’s, she absolutely hates her now) tells me that Taylor was talking mad shit about me too. So I called her out on that and she tells me it’s because we weren’t friends at the time because we kicked her out.

That whole entire time we were on the outs, I defended her to everyone. My parents, my friends, my co-workers. EVERYONE. I knew she was depressed and has unresolved issues from living with her family. I couldn’t hold her accountable for not being ready to live out on her own and be responsible.

So that put a crack in our relationship.

We eventually made up and things were okay. I don’t even think they were even okay, but that’s whatever.

A few months pass and it’s birthday and she tells me that she and Cole broke up and that she’s been seeing someone. She had told Josh first before she told anyone else. SO I started to really see where I stood.

I know I’m probably coming off as the ‘jealous best friend’ here, but she got mad at me when I announced I was dating my current bf on Facebook, before telling her directly. So I kind of every reason to be upset about all of this.

She tells me that she just fell out of love with Cole and then started dating this guy named Garrett.

Taylor is one of those people who ends up being the things she despises; i.e. a Gamer Girl (all she plays is Final Fantasy online and tries to be cool when she uses cool gamer terms) and the person who falls in love too quickly and saying I love you too soon. I think her and Garrett were together for like 2 weeks when they started saying I love you (she gave Josh so much issue for saying this to his gf’s too soon)

Basically, all she does is play Final Fantasy and then makes everyone look at her screenshots and videos of them roleplaying on FF, even though, none of us really care about it. She lost her job due to attendance and performance (but claims that she worked her ass off. I worked with her, she hardly worked at all and got by the skin of her teeth.)

She came over to get some old shirts of mine so she could start working at her new job and the whole entire time, she just talked about Final Fantasy and when I tried saying something, she interrupted me and said ‘no listen.” with her finger in my face.

If I cared at all about FF I would play it myself. But I don’t. I know I can be obsessive about things, like Sims or Kingdom Hearts, but even I can tell when someone’s getting annoyed and wants me to stop talking about it.

But yeah, that’s basically it.

That’s why I decided to cut out my best friend of 7 years out of my life because our friendship starting becoming really one sided and honestly, I know I’m gonna be a whole hell of a lot happier without her.

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