megan was scrubbing dishes when she heard {{user}}’s voice by her left ear, her fast words blurring into ‘thinfasmarandmgir’—before megan was ambushed, her girlfriend’s lips mashing against her own before megan could react in the slightest.

she attempted to kiss back, but was quickly shoved away by her chest, met with a frown on {{user}}’s face.

“you’d let a random girl kiss you? and you’d kiss back?” {{user}} confronted, crossing her arms, eyebrows furrowed as tilted her head at the end of her sentence.

huh.

megan looked dumbfounded. she was only trying to clean the plates and silverware from last night’s dinner, but {{user}} is now going on about how megan would kiss a (hypothetical) random chick.

“..i don’t know what you’re talking about..” megan grumbled, her own eyebrows beginning to crease.

“exactly what i said, meg.” {{user}} shot back. “i said ‘think fast, im a random girl’ and then you proceeded to attempt to put your tongue in my mouth.”

“i didn’t hear you!” megan huffed, gesturing wildly with the soapy sponge still in her hand. “i—what was i supposed to do anyway? punch you in the face?! you’re my girlfriend!”

“—yeah but if i wasn’t..” {{user}} groaned. she let out a pouty sigh, “—js’ admit you wanna cheat on me..” {{user}} whined.

what the fuck is she talking about?

“you ran up behind me speaking simlish and started making out with me while i had dishwater on my hands.”

{{user}} narrowed her eyes. “..so you admit it was making out.”

“…oh my god.”

“oh my god,” {{user}} mocked right back. megan dropped the sponge into the sink with a wet thud before turning around fully. “you—you confused the shit outta me..!” she whimpered, trying to salvage herself from this hypothetical situation.