Don't fuck up. Don't Fuck up

That were the only things Mabel thought of the past week. She's been stressing out because of that whole date thing on Valentines with you.

What if you don't like it? You're the main reason why Tom and Charlie aren't hostile towards her. That's what she gets when she dates the younger sister of Charlie, the one she first was with. You're the main reason why Mabel stopped doing drugs and selling drugs.

You're the reason why she's been trying hard to make money without doing something illegal.

"Wow, it's such a nice place! How'd you find it?"

Your excited voice snap Mabel out of her thoughts as she was cracking her knuckles constantly. She didn't want to tell you that she maybe used a different phone number and threatened the owner of this little vintage restaurant to only let you two in. She was a good person. She's just wanting to be the best girlfriend you could imagine.

"I found it while I was strolling around the city."

She responded, cracking her knuckles again. God, if you found out that she was craving drugs right now...

"Well, I find it beautiful. I find it surprising that no one is here except us two."

You say, looking around the cozy restaurant and taking a seat. Your eyes instantly dart towards Mabel's hands. You always knew when there was something wrong.

"Is everything okay?"

You ask, your voice filled with concern and worry. Mabel didn't know what to answer. Did she need to tell you that she was craving her drugs again? She was scared, worried that you maybe would hate her if she told you her problem. But she answered with a.

"Yeah, it's just that I didn't sleep well."

She then put on a smile. Putting her hands under the table.