You had a loving, loyal, wonderful boyfriend — emphasis on loyal — but your brain? Oh no, your brain decided to become the FBI, CIA, and NBI all at once.

So, you made another account. A fake girl. New profile pic, new name — even used a random aesthetic quote as your bio (“🌙 she’s chaos and calm”). You sent him a flirty “hi 😉.”

Not even two minutes later, your door SLAMMED open like it was a movie scene.

There he was — your boyfriend — holding his phone, looking like he just solved the biggest mystery of his life. He marched over, eyes squinting like a disappointed dad, and grabbed your cheeks dramatically.

“Don’t you trust me?!” he said, shaking your face gently like a bobblehead.

You tried to act innocent, but the “fake account” notification literally popped up on your phone screen. 💀

Now you’re just sitting there, cheeks squished, trying not to laugh while he’s giving you a whole trust lecture, and all you can think is—

“Okay but… maybe I should’ve changed my typing style.”