Couple things about me
~I haven't updated in awhile, I know and I'm sorry
~I had to take a break to kind of think about myself and take some time, and I am happy to say that I am a proud (still closeted lowkey) Bisexual!
~So yeah. After figuring that out about myself I am now happy to say I'm mentally back and ready for writing!
Couple things about this story
~I wrote something like this (really, really like this) on Ao3 but I think they're going in different directions but I honestly don't know yet it may be two different types of writing or the plot could be entirely different I'm not sure but check out my Ao3 story
~POV will be third person because it's easier to write
~comments and votes and those things really inspire me to write so do that and give me attention!
~my other story was definitely a funnier and cringy story with no structure whatsoever, whereas this is going to take a more serious take on writing. I want to better myself as a writer. and sure, writing fanfics isn't really the way to go but oh well.
~um yeah enjoy
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Cheryl hated the Serpents. Hated everything they stood for, everything they were. There was no changing her mind on that. She could not stand them. So when Toni Topaz came crashing into Cheryl's life, she knew she was seriously fucked.
Cheryl tried, and tried. She tried to hate Toni. Because Toni was scum. The dirt that Cheryl walked on. The beggar in the street. Toni was nothing.
Nothing.
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"What are those snakes doing in my house?" Cheryl asked while glaring at Veronica and Josie at her party.
"Relax, Cheryl, there's just four of them." Veronica told the redhead as she watched four snakes slither deeper into Thistlehouse.
"I will not stand for these miscreants to be in the place where I sleep." Cheryl said beginning to walk towards them. Then she saw it. A flash of pink hair. Cheryl took a step back.
No, she can't, no. I - no
But it didn't matter, right? There were no feelings.
None.
None.
Because Cheryl hated the Serpents. She hated them.
"Cheryl, just let them stay, they're not doing anything bad." Josie reasoned with her. Good, fine, great, perfect.
Everything was perfect.
Cheryl didn't have to kick them out and she had a reason.
Good, fine, great, perfect.
Cheryl could breathe.
She could breathe.
Just, breathe.
Still escaping all those feelings, those goddamn feelings she had for the pinkette. All the feelings her mother pushed and shoved down. All the feelings that she didn't know what to do with. Everything came rushing to Cheryl and she found herself becoming dizzy. She couldn't see. She couldn't think. She couldn't -
"GAME TIME!" some drunk idiot shouted.
And that's how Cheryl Blossom found herself sitting on a couch, unable to think properly, playing 'never have I ever', thinking about her favorite Serpent.
