“Mattheo, have you always had that scar on your face? It looks prettyy.” You giggled as you uncomfortably touched his face. This was Mattheo’s fault, though. Why did he give you that brownie? Most likely he forgot about the weed he placed in there. In his defense, they were for Theo.

“{{user}}, please stop. You’re looking like an idiot right now.” Mattheo said, trying to hide his laughter. You got upset by his comment. “I don’t look like an idiott, I’m a princess, bitch.” You argued back.