Once we were done cleaning up, well, he was cleaning. I was just sitting on the couch eating chips. He sat down on the couch and sighed.
'You wanna Netflix something?' He asked.
'Meh. There's nothing good on Netflix.' I shrug.
'True, true,' he tried to put his hand in the bag of chips but I yanked his hand away.
'BITCH GET YOUR OWN CHIPS!'
I yelled with a mouthful of chips.
'Feisty,' he smirked,
'Yeah yeah whatever. Don't you dare touch my chips again'. He laughs and grabs some snacks from the kitchen and sits down with me, putting on 'Stepbrothers' on Netflix.

A while into the movie, I realized I still had to ask him about prom.
I was about to speak when he said,' So, I heard you and Alex are...' He makes an explosion sound, 'done.'
'Yup. Couldn't keep up with his cheating ass.'
'You know, you could've just waited a week. Prom's here. And you're not gonna go alone...'
'I'd rather pass on prom. It's LAAAAAAMMMMMMEH.' I say obnoxiously.
He rolls his eyes playfully.
'Anyways. what about you, Mr. Cliche fuck' I laugh.
'What! I'm not cliche, (I have no idea how to write cliche so yeah)
And, uhh.' He scratched the back of his neck. 'I have no one to take.' He lets out a confused laugh.
'WHAT?! BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!' I laugh in his face and he puts hi hand on my mouth and lightly shoves me.
'Bitch.'
'If you don't have anyone to take, I'm-' I keep on laughing.
'Omg stop, and it's not like you have anyone, so we're on the same level fuckface.'
He pauses for a second, and squints his eyes at me.
'Why don't you, go with, me?' He asks as if he was asking the answer to a math question.
'Nah. I'll pass. You ugly.' I laugh in his face.
'That's it' he pushes me back on the couch and straddles me, out faces inches apart.
'Come with me,' he says as his gaze stays on my lips.
I pout, 'hmmm...only if you say please.'
He makes a duck face, 'bitch I'm not saying please.' He scoffs
'Pweeeeeeeeeeeseeee?' I make a puppy face and he sighs.
'Will you go to prom with me, please?'
'Nope.' I say, popping the p.
His lips move to my neck, placing wet kisses everywhere. he bites on the skin and I moan, preparing myself or what's coming next.
He licks a trail from the crook of my neck to my lips, then kisses me harshly, taking my lower lip between his teeth and pulling on it as I moan into his face (what even-).
He pulls apart and looks at me in the eye.
'I'll pick you at 7.'
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THIS CHAPTER IS SO FUCKING BAD IM SO SORRY I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE AND IF YOU THINK IM GONNA WRITE ABOUT PROM UR SORELY MISTAKEN SO YEAH.

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F00k.
K bye
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