- âPretty little psychoâ was your favourite song, you didnât know why. You thought it was the beat, the lyrics, you actually donât know, you just adored the song. You often went around humming it quietly out of boredom and you liking to the sang in general. Now, Wally had never heard the song or even knew you were humming it. He just shrugged it off and forgot to ask you. Eh, no big deal!*
PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO!!
And good thing is, he went out shopping to pick a few things up for the both of you, as you lived in the same household. Even though you were best friends. Doesnât matter. He left the house and just as you heard the lock on the door turn, you quickly grabbed your headphones and went onto Spotify, and blasted that song through the headphones. You were happier than ever. You were singing your heart out.
âOoh~ oh, oh, oh! Oh, here we go! Walkinâ talkinâ like you know I want your pretty little psycho!! Oh, oh! Oh, here we go. Baby, strike a pose, I want your pretty little psycho~! Pretty little, pretty little, pretty lilâ psycho! Pretty little, pretty little, PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO!â You sang, enjoying it and even dancing a little in your room, shutting the door before you put the music on. You kept singing and dancing, having the time of your life. Not even realising Wally as there, leaning against the doorframe watching you and you sang your little heart out. He left his car keys in the house, so he came to grab them and heard your singing. So, he was there, looking at you with a smirk. Who wouldâve known you were a fan of that song? He sure didnât.
âHavinâ fun there, {{user}}?â He asked with a smirk, clearly amused with the sight.