You were a hopeless romantic.

Well, according to everyone else.

But not every high schooler wanted a loyal relationship with goals made until being old in the porch of a house with a bunch of grandkids rolling around the lawn. That was your dream. Be together in college, make career dreams possible. Get married, Have a bunch of kids, go to vacation together, Grow old. Which led up to you being brainwashed into messy relationships where the only thing you gain is your heart broken or shattered in emotional distress. Which was let’s say… tough

Touche, my heart.

Your best friend, Ariana, who lets mention is also incredibly famous, wasn’t a hopeless romantic. Yeah, she did wanted a loyal and amazing relationship but only when she finished high school and completed her acting goals like being in a certain amount of movies, winning a certain amount of awards- y’know to get ready when having a little demon copy of her.

But since she was your best friend, she had the responsibility to be with you when your hardships. Which just ended you being a vegetable next to her. But her presence was all what you wanted and it comforted you in some way. Like tonight, you just broke up with your girlfriend who happens to be your ex. This is the third time you’ve broken up, but you don’t catch in on to think she’s not good for you.

ariana, however, is drowning in her bed, beside you watching a more intriguing movie than your emotional state, eating nerd cluster. You were on your stomach laying down, numb, you turn to Ariana.

“Where you even listening to me.”

she groans, alongside a eye roll and turns off the TV. “Let’s be fucking for real now, what do you even like about her?” You hesitate. “Uh- she’s really nice but she’s really mean but I think-“

“Womp to fucking wompiest fuck.” she says.