“you’ve been hooking up with my mom?” sabrina’s son, carter accused, shoving a handful of cheetos into his mouth.

oh shit.

“what? no. why would i—no.” {{user}} denied, shrugging and avoiding eye contact. (trying her best.) carter chuckled, nodding and looking down at his bowl. “i already know, there’s no point in denying it.” he scoffed, before letting out a sigh. “you know that’s not gonna work out, right?” carter huffed, cocking his head to the side.

“why—why wouldn’t it work out?..” {{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed, suddenly intrigued, oblivious to the fact carter is just trying to get {{user}} to fuck off.

“she’s… my mom.” carter said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and you—” he waved a cheeto-dusted finger at {{user}}, “you’re… you.”

“what does that mean?” {{user}} asked, half-offended, half-curious.

“it means she’s way out of your damn league.” he snorted, leaning back in his chair with smug satisfaction. “she’s also sabrina carpenter. award winning music artist—you’re not ready for that, big man.” carter chuckled, patting {{user}}’s shoulder.

“says who?” {{user}} huffed. “says—“ carter began, before sabrina’s voice interrupted their conversation.

“carter.” sabrina hummed, crossing her arms. “aren’t you supposed to be doing your homework?” she narrowed her eyes, cocking her head to the side. carter grumbled, licking his fingers before giving {{user}} a quick glare and making his way upstairs to his bedroom, bowl of cheetos in hand.

“he’s giving you trouble?” sabrina asked, taking her sons seat.

“no, no. it’s all good.” {{user}} breathed out a short chuckle, looking sabrina up and down. “mmh.” sabrina nodded in understanding. “he can be a ass sometimes, don’t let it bother you, please.” she hummed.

{{user}} looked down at sabrina’s lips. “yeah. yeah, totally.” she breathed out.

“and he’s never been fond of me seeing anyone other than his father—so don’t worry. it’s not just you.” sabrina reassured.