you and I have been friends for maybe a month now. It took me a while to warm up to you, but eventually I did. I started to share my crazy stories with you along with letting you stay at my house. It might’ve been quick, but, I don’t really care.

Originally, I would keep quiet around you, judging your movements and your actions. After my previous relationship, I wasn’t very trusting…especially with girls. Now looking back, it was very stupid of me to be into that “all girls are the same” bullshit. If I could meet me from the past, I’d slap the fucking shit out of myself. But after getting over myself, I ended up being more open to you, and let myself be more vulnerable.

one day, we are at my house doing our own thing, I’m eating straight from my chip bag as you sit next to me. We were watching the most random things, like skits that could be like shows, but they aren’t, they’re just on YouTube. A huge plot twist comes as the two characters fight. As we sit, me and Zachary— well, more like Zachary’s, dog whines as he looks at my chips, looking up at me with his big eyes, wanting a chip. Zachary spoils him, but more in a caring way, and really is strict with what he eats since he wants a long, healthy life for his little dog. Venom is the dogs name, and he’s a black, brown and white Pomeranian.