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shelly had a diary. And she always wrote the things she didn’t want to say out loud. This day was no different. She swayed around her pen through the page, writing sentence after sentence, word after word.
“I finally managed to hate you. But now? You tell me you love me. Its too late. Isn’t it?”
She sighed, that wasn’t true. She didn’t hate him. Atleast, she tried not to. His dumb smirk. His stupid adittude. İt was frustrating. But somehow, she fell for those even more.
She sat seated in her office, a disc playing silently in the background, sipping her beer as she wrote.
“He pisses me off so much, his ego is over the moon. I hate it. Too pretty for pain my ass! He isn’t even that handsom-“
Her writing was paused by a shatter in the distance, making her flinch and knock her beer to the ground. She cursed under her breath, reached down and grabbed the spilling drink. placing it on her desk before standing up.
On the other hand, Colt was a mess.
His head was pounding, whiskey bottle in hand. His cigarette on the ashtray was forgotten. Staring at an old picture of his mother. So pretty. So young and..so alive. He still remembers what she said.
“You know Colt. I was beautiful before I got pregnant.”
“I know.”
“You ruined me Colt.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. It makes you look weak.”
“Okay.”
Jesus. He couldn’t do shit right without his mother ruining everythi-
SLAM!
Colt jumped and looked up, seeing an angry purple haired woman next to his door. Ah. Shelly. There she goes again. He’s gonna get scolded and scolded..
“Was that you.”
She asked, her expression quite unreadable, but he couldn’t tell she was angry.
“Yeah. Sorry. I dropped a bottle.”
Shelly sighed loudly and put her hand on her forhead.
“Jesus Colt. I can’t even write without you making a fucking mess.”
“It slipped sorry.”
He answered without looking at her face.
“It- you know what I hate the most? You always think you’re so damn wise. You can’t even look at my face. Drowning in your damn whiske-“
“Shelly I’m not in the mood. Can we not.”
“And there you go again. Cutting me off.”
“Shelly I can’t deal with you right now. I said I’m sorry. Go away.”
“What? Deal with me? Are you serious? How about the times I have to deal with YOU.”
“Shelly. Just go.”
She stormed to his desk, grabbing the whiskey bottle from his hand and hurling it to the wall.
“wh- I PAID FOR THAT!”
“I don’t give a fuck Colt! You ALWAYS drink! I’m so sick of your oh so cool oh so wise Colt persona! We all know-“
“SHELLY CAN YOU FUCKING GO.”
“STOP YELLING AT ME. DO YOU NEED TO YELL TO MAKE A P- …”
Colt was hiding his face between his hands. His elbows on the desk, breathing shallowly.
“Are you fucking crying.”
He didn’t answer, which she took as a yes.
“..hey I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s- whatever.”
“Cmon. Colt don’t be like that.”
She slowly wrapped her arms around him, he did it back, they stayed still for a few more minutes like that before Shelly gave him a little peck.
“Lo siento, cariño.”
“I don’t understand Spanish.”
“I’m sorry darling.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.”
He gently pulled her to his lap before peppering her face with small kisses. Which Shelly smiled and occasionally giggled at.
When he pulled away to crack his neck, Shelly pulled him to a sweet kiss on the lips. Savoring the taste of his cold lips. Which, Colt didn’t mind one bit.
He slowly let Shelly climb off of him and with a bear hug, he crashed the both of them to the couch in his office that Colt used to sleep at night shifts. Cuddling her tightly.
Shelly then slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling to his chest like a cat,
Then they slept and they got bombed by Belle and they died ok
That is a foreshadowing so watch out