okay so I had an idea of like the narrator seeing and feeling himself kind of starting to fall apart after the virus keeps spreading and like a moment of realization that he lost himself/control after being infected this bad (which idk like he sees the code for the virus and shit idkkkk its too late rn), but I didn't really know how to draw that so ummmm yes i really also just wanted to draw with pretty colors god i love yellow SO MUCH yellow is literally my favorite color and in combination with pink YES!! love it.
this is kind of rushed and could use more work but i'm super tired and sick these days so I don't think I'll have the energy to fix it tomorrow so! That's it for the day sure hope that at least someone reads these rambles it would be pretty funny if no one actually even saw this God i love posting on here i love you all have a nice/evening/whatever wherever you live :-]
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okayy uhm i need my 20 followers help because i wrote something and idk if its good so i need yall to tell me.
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“Well, how was I supposed to know they would pop up out of nowhere?”
“They’re your parents.” she deadpanned.
“Yea, well… I’ve been ignoring their calls.” Madison gave me a look of disbelief.
“What? Not everyone gets along with their parents!” I defend myself.
“Do they even know who you are yet?” She asked.
“Nooo, that would be disastrous.” I look at her like she’s crazy.
“So you will never tell them?” Maddy asks.
“Yup, that’s the plan,” I tell her, and she smacks my arm.
“You have to tell them someday,” the teapot whistles and I take it off the heat.
“Yes, someday when I’m on my deathbed,” I say.
“Max, your relationship with them is already pretty shitty, just tell them! It really seems like it can’t get worse,” Maddy tries to convince me but I have decided about this.
“Oh sweetheart, believe me, these people can make anything worse.”
“Max, you need to tell them!”
“No,”
“I don’t wanna pretend to be your girlfriend for the rest of my life,”
“Oh, you won’t be, my parents hate you so they would never let this relationship get anywhere,”
Maddy made a frustrated sound.
“Max, grow a pair and tell them it is a freeing feeling, you know? Not to hide who are anymore,”
“Sweetheart, if you really think it will get better if they know I’m gay, then you need to use some more common sense,”
“Max.”
“Maddison.”
“Just think about it,”
I sighed and thought about it for the millionth time.
“Yea, still no way this works out,”
I pick up the tray and walk out of the kitchen. Maddy curses behind me, following me.
And I plastered a fake smile on as soon as I entered the living room.
“Mother,” I politely called my mother, serving her the tea and my father his water.
“Hi, baby,” my mom greets me once again. “Oh, how have you been? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever,” That's cause we haven’t, but I really don’t think she’s aware of that.
“Oh, I’ve been great,” I say.
“I’m so glad to hear that honey,”
“Yea, life has been just full of surprises,”
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