Brownies

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(1) message from: Two-bitch

Two-bitch:
Hey Dal, I want brownies. Wanna come downstairs and help me make some?

Me:
Why can't you make them yourself?

Two-bitch:
Becauseeee I wanna make them with my boyfriend... or... do you not love me?

Me:
Stfu, I'm coming. You're a dick

Two-bitch:
😉 I'm your dick

Two-bitch:
WAIT- THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT

Me:
😏 oh I know what you mean babe

Two-bitch:
Just get your ass down here 😒

Me:
Chill out, I'm coming

Two-bitch:
You will be once I'm done with you 😏😏😏💦💦💦💦

Me:
You're a fucking pervert 😐

Two-bitch:
Are you cuming down here or not?? I'm hangryyyy

Me:
Yes I am coming** down there. Hold your shit.

Two-bitch:
*GASP* THATS DISGUSTANG.

Me:
Disgusting**

Two-bitch:
Can you not correct me?

Me:
Not my fault you don't know how to spell.

Two-bitch:
Fine, stay your ass up there. I'll make them myself.

Me:
I'm already on the steps. Calm down.

Two-bitch:
Well I don't want your help anymore

Me:
Come on babe, don't be like this.

Two-bitch:
YOURE THE ONE- just stfu and get down here. I'm not gonna deal with your shit today.

Me:
Ooh feisty, me likey 💦😏

Two-bitch:
I'm waitinggggg

Me:
I'm behind youuuuuu

He looks up from his phone and whips around, jumping straight into my arms. I thankfully catch him before he falls and I balance myself.

"Why do you take so damn long to get down here?" He asks, holding my neck tighter.

"Sorry, I was texting some asshole," I chuckle.

He smacks the back of my head, "seems like you're the only asshole here."

"I always am," I wink and he giggles.

"... I love you Dallas, I love you," he buries his head in my neck and lets his body relax.

I smile, "I love you too, Keith."

"Now," I say, letting him down, "let's make some brownies!"

He giggles and runs off into the kitchen, gathering supplies.

You're such a softie for him, Dallas.

•HOW WAS THIS?? FLUFFY ENOUGH??•

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