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Suggestion #8 - BadBoyHalo

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"Bad!" You yelled into the house, fumbling slightly to grab the doorknob as you pushed the door closed behind you, "I'm home!"

Rat came running to greet you, excitedly barking those ear-piercing barks of hers as she started jumping up and down your legs, wagging her tail so much that her whole body wiggled along with it.

Your arm stung harshly due to the heavy bag full of groceries, the hank of the plastic bag nearly snapping under the harsh weight; normally, you didn't go grocery-shopping, but you had promised your boyfriend, Darryl, that you would make dinner tonight to celebrate your 2 year-anniversary.

2 years. It was almost unreal to think about. How, only 2 years ago, he was just your friend BadBoyHalo, the guy you knew from YouTube that you recorded with every once in a while. Now you saw him in this completely different light. He was the guy you were allowed to kiss, to embrace, to hold hands with, to cook dinner for, to celebrate anniversaries with.

He was your boyfriend, and you had privileges now. He was yours, and you were his. It didn't get much better than that.

"I'll be right down, muffin!" You heard him yell from upstairs, his voice carrying itself throughout the whole house, "I'm just finishing up a video with Skeppy!"

"Take your time!" You yelled back, patting Rat's fluffy head with your free hand as you started waddling towards the kitchen, accidently bumping into the small coffee table, that you swore was further away from you instead of right in front of where you were walking.

You managed to catch the falling lamp right before it would shatter on the ground, gasping slightly as you tried putting it back into place without dropping the heavy bag of groceries.

It was annoying; the last month or so, you swore that your vision had gotten worse, and had constantly complained that your vision was more blurry than usual. The books you before read easily, you now struggled to simply get through one page without having to read it all 3 times over. You always had to squint your eyes to prevent the words from blurring and jumping around all over the page. And you had begun constantly bumping into things, like the coffee table, like Rat, who you had managed to trip over three times in the last week. Yeah, just yesterday, you even managed to miss-place where the couch was and sat down on thin air.

Darryl had nearly caught you, but with your arms wailing all over the place, you only achieved in pulling him down onto the floor with you.

Darryl had suggested that you got your eyes checked out; he faintly remembered when he first got his glasses - he was acting much like you were, too. Uncoordinated and unbelievably clumsy.

Although you had denied his offer, telling him you just felt slightly off, the tempting suggestion became more and more alluring for each passing day. You didn't know how many more hits against the coffee table your toes could take.

You continued into the kitchen and all-but hauled the heavy bag onto the table, your vision blurred slightly, making it hard to focus as you opened the bag up slightly, the content inside of it almost spilling over the edge of the bag.