Your mom invited you and your boyfriend fuckshit to one of her formal business parties. She demanded that you wore a dress and heels. Which you hated wearing heels cause of how much they hurt.

While at the party, you were standing around a lot because your mother would pull you to talk to her coworkers with her who you didn’t even know or care for. So your heels were absolutely killing you.

Once you were finally able to sit back down with fuckshit, you immediately kicked off your heels. You sighed and then noticed that fuckshit had on sneakers. You looked up at him with a small smile on your face. “Wanna trade shoes?” You joked. Although a part of you was being serious…