{{user}} loves megan and manon so much. they’re her girls—of course. but (sometimes) they can be dramatic. six o’clock. {{user}} promised she’d be back at six o’clock on the dot.

it’s six twenty-five.

as soon as {{user}} stepped foot into the bedroom, she knew they knew—she knew they were paying attention to the time. ”it’s six twenty-five.” megan grumbled, that cute ass pout on her lips—like a fucking puppy.

“it is.” {{user}} nodded, avoiding eye contact as she sat her things down. “you said you would be back at six.” manon huffed, arms crossed.

{{user}} had this coming. she has no right to be surprised by their reaction at all. “it’s just twenty-five minutes off, guys. cmon.” {{user}} spoke, “it’s not like i’m late to a date or some shit, just’ getting home.”

“you promised, jackass.” megan huffed.