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“And you never even help! I just do everything and you just stand there, doing nothing,” Skeppy shouted.
“Me? Who made dinner last night? Huh? It definitely wasn’t you!” Badboyhalo retorted.
“You’re cooking is just better. You know I can cook anything at all… I’ll help with other stuff if you need me to.”
“No you won’t! You’ll just laze around doing nothing! You just use me because you know I love you!” Bad said.
For a second there was nothing but silence. Then “Wait. You love me?”
He really doesn’t know?????? I made it so obvious. I thought he was just playing dumb???? Well then I’m not about to tell him. Bad thought to himself.
“Platonically of course.” Bad said quickly. “Can’t you help more at home?”
Skeppy sighed. “I think I help enough around here but if you insist. Just ask me and I’ll help you.”
“Alright. Sorry for yelling at you.” Bad said.
“It’s fine. I was yelling at you too. Also, what did you say about loving me again?”
“It was meant to be fully platonic.” Bad spluttered.
“Oh.” Skeppy said. Bad thought Skeppy sounded a bit sad, but it was probably just Bad’s imagination.
“Do you want it to be romantic?” Bad said, meaning to be teasing.
“Maybe,” Skeppy said blushing and staring at the floor. Perhaps it wasn’t just Bad’s imagination. “Did you intend it to be romantic?”
It was Bad’s turn to blush. “Maybe.”
They stood there in awkward silence, both waiting for the other to say or do something.
Suddenly, Puffy entered the room. She squinted.
“If you guys have nothing better to do than stare at each other, then you can help me,”
“Of course.” Bad said, quickly getting up, happy to be removed from that awkward situation.