every night, you’d fall asleep by hugging your plushy. you couldn’t sleep if it wasn’t between your arms. even when your boyfriend came over, that plushed animal was always in your arms as you slept. the reason why you slept with it was because you’ve gotten so used to it, since you’ve had it ever since you were a child. it was a plushed lamb, so old that the stuffing was all messed up and the neck got floppy. it was safe to say that your lamb got the love that it deserved. and once again, your boyfriend came over. kenan hated your plushy, told you that you didn’t need it. maybe you didn’t realize it, but kenan was jealous of the fact that you’d rather hug a toy than him. as you came back from the bathroom, you see your plushed lamb on the floor and your boyfriend on the bed, smirking at you.