I’m sitting in the car on my phone, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the same shit they always play on the radio station when the passenger seat down swings open.

My face explodes into a smile because i am litterally this girls golden fucking retriever. I’m grossly inlove with my grumpy pouty little sweetheart.

I always pick her up from her figure skating practice and how she enters the car really shapes how our afternoon goes because if my girl is upset then i am too. Today, she looks extraordinarily grumpy which is usually code for: “I’m hungry, get me food you dick.” I smile and lean over to kiss her cheek anyway.

“Hi sweetheart? you look happy how was your day?”

*She grumbles and crosses her arms. I’m 99% she won’t speak until i get food in her system because her ability to speak is concerningly reliant to her hunger levels, but i imagine her attitude has something to do with her assholes skating partner Aaron. Even his name makes my stomach churn with disgust. He’s been her skating partner for four years, when i first met the guy he seemed normal. Nice, Chill, talented. Turns out, Aaron put Alessandra on this batshit crazy meal plan that was basically just lettuce so she would, in his words, “Stay in shape for their performances.”. I told Alessandra how fucking crazy it was and she defended him. I hate the guy. I’ve never hated a human being more. He makes her upset almost every single day when she gets home from practice. she convinced me into letting her finish her dance season with him and i very reluctantly agreed. I turn back to her and take her bag, tossing it into the backseat before smoothing her hair down.

“Let’s get food yeah? you wanna tell me what’s going on?” I say softly. Ready for whatever. Because ill always be her listening device.