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๐ช๐๐๐๐!
...๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ต.
Staring down at the scattered plate pieces that littered the marble floor, Boyfriend stood there, frozen in shock. He'd thought that after dinner at his girlfriend's house, it'd be a good idea to wash his own dish, despite being told that it wasn't necessary. He had figured that if he showed her parents how responsible he was, they'd be more open to having him around. But now, standing in front of the wet, soapy and jagged pieces of what once was an expensive, gold-encrusted plate, he realized that this probably wasn't the best idea.
As expected, Daddy Dearest, his girlfriend's father, completely lost it and ripped the sponge from his hands. "I knew you were nothing but trouble! Do you know how much this thing cost?!" Sweat dripping down his head, the smaller boy tried to apologize, but could only muster an incoherent beep. "How can I let you date my daughter if you can't even wash a dish properly?! I told you, you aren't even worth enough to LOOK at her, let alone be in a relationship with her-"
Daddy Dearest kept going and going and going, not pausing for a second. He spat out insult after insult, something about Boyfriend being "worthless," another thing about him being "a fucking idiot," there was so much that the boy could barely keep up. Apparently a broken plate was enough for the older man to air all of his dirty laundry, although just looking at him the wrong way would probably have the same affect. Eventually, Girlfriend managed to calm her father down enough to get him to stop ripping into Boyfriend, but the damage had already been done at this point.
So angry that you could practically see the steam billowing from his ears, Daddy Dearest stormed out of the room, cussing under his breath. Girlfriend followed after him in order to to talk some sense into him, shooting her boyfriend an apologetic look before disappearing from view.
The only ones left in the room now were Boyfriend, his girlfriend's mother, and one of the family's dumb henchmen cleaning up the plate shards. All in awkward silence.
With a defeated sigh, the cyan-haired teen stuffed his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans and walked out of the room, apologizing quietly on the way out. Clearly he didn't belong in such a place if all he was gonna do was make things harder for the people who lived there. He sat down on the steps of the family's ginormous mansion and slipped his phone from his pocket in hopes of contacting someone to take him home. Although he felt bad leaving without saying goodbye to his girlfriend, he felt like he would just make things worse by being there.
As he waited for his ride to come and pick him up, he was left alone with his thoughts. And unfortunately, those thoughts weren't being very pleasant to him.
๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ? ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ถ๐บ'๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐บ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ -
"๐๐ก๐๐ฆ!"
The sudden noise made the boy jump. He turned around and found himself face to face with Mommy Dearest. Just great, someone else had come to yell at him. He was already too busy yelling at himself! Having been snapped out of his thoughts, he was made aware to the fact that there were big, fat tears streaming down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them off, not wanting to come off as a crybaby. They didn't want their daughter dating a loser, let alone a ๐ค๐ณ๐บ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐บ loser.
"Am I interrupting something?" The older woman asked, standing as if she were in the middle of photoshoot to be put on the cover of a magazine, as per usual. She could've been plopped on a runway at any given moment and would still be the best-looking person there. It was obvious where her drop-dead gorgeous daughter got her looks from.
He shook his head, trying to pretend that he hadn't just been crying his eyes out, although he was doing a terrible job. He braced himself for another lecture, but to his surprise, the woman stood next to him. She didn't sit down, but he figured it was because she didn't want to get dirt on her designer pants. He wouldn't either if he had any.
"I'm guessing my husband's little rant did a number on your self esteem, huh?" She chuckled, coming off to Boyfriend as almost insensitive. What was he expecting? It's not like she liked him any better than Daddy Dearest did. She probably found the whole thing amusing. Could she just get on with the screaming and/or taunting, already? His ride would be there in a few minutes-
"You shouldn't let his words get you down. He says a ton of random shit when he's angry, he probably wasn't thinking straight."
Uh. What? She wasn't mad? She was being... nice? Now that was a first. While she had never been as mean as her husband, but she wasn't necessarily nice either.
She seemed to notice his confusion, although he hadn't realized how visible he made it, and chuckled again. "What's wrong? Did you think I was going to blow a gasket as well?" He shook his head again.
"Good. Just know that I don't have anger issues like my hubby back there. We have like, 100 more of those plates so don't sweat it." Although that was relieving to hear, it didn't really make Boyfriend's mood any better. She seemed to take notice of this.
"What? Don't tell me you actually believe what he said back there. He says stuff like that about everyone who pisses him off."
Although he didn't doubt that one bit, he couldn't shake the thought that everything he'd said was true. To him, Girlfriend was perfect. Inside and out. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect height. She also had a perfect voice, a perfect personality, the whole package. She was the ideal girlfriend, and yet she'd settled for a shabby weirdo who was the size of a 3rd grader and had the weirdest-sounding voice. Maybe she could find someone better...
Just by reading his expression, Mommy Dearest could tell exactly what he was thinking. "Listen," she said which caused the boy to lift his gaze up towards her. "Although my husband and I haven't been the most accepting towards you, I just thought that you should know that our daughter cares about you. You're all she talks about nowadays. And in the end, I suppose that's what really matters. My husband might think that you aren't good enough for her, but she thinks that you're more than good enough for her. I'm more... neutral on the matter."
"...Really?" Boyfriend asked, wiping his tears. She nodded, reaching down and ruffling his hair. Her long nails almost got tangled and that wasn't very pleasant, but it was the fact that she'd done it at all that counted. He thought for a moment. "So does that mean that.."
"No."
"Oh. Okay."
๐ฉ๐๐๐! ๐ฉ๐๐๐!
The sound of a car horn alerted Boyfriend of the fact that his ride home had arrived. He glanced up at Mommy Dearest and gestured to the car. She nodded. Standing up, he dusted off his clothes and gave her a weary smile. "Thanks for uh... everything." She smiled in response. Her smile was almost frightening, but he figured that she couldn't help it. "Don't mention it."
"Tell Gigi I said bye?"
"I will. Bye, dear."
Although he still felt kinda bad about the plate, and a little hurt over the words that had been said, Boyfriend felt renewed now. If he wasn't already good enough for his girlfriend, that just meant that he'd have to try to be.
Opening the door to the car that awaited him and taking a seat, he thought back to Mommy Dearest. Maybe she wasn't so scary after all.