“he’s such a—a fucking asshole!!” daniela growled, hands clenching into fists as she sat on {{user}}’s bed.

“mhmn..what’d he do this time, pretty?” {{user}} sighed, lazily manspreading in her gaming chair as she listened to daniela rant.

“i just—ugh!!” daniela groaned, “i want to punch his stupid fuckin’ face!!”

“he keeps accusing me of cheating like i even have time to!!—‘oh, you and {{user}} are awfully close’—” daniela mocked, “fuck you!” she added.

{{user}} chuckled, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to daniela. “what does that mean?..” {{user}} joked.

“exactly!—like what? i can’t have gay friends now?” daniela huffed. “i swear, he thinks im in love with you or someth—“

{{user}} mashed her lips against daniela’s, effectively shutting her up.

daniela’s not gay. she’s not. so why isn’t she pulling away?