❛ i like shiny things, but i'd marry you
with paper rings. uh-huh, that's right,
darlin', you're the one i want. and i hate
accidents, except when we went from
friends to this. uh-huh, that's right, darlin',
you're the one i want. ❜
꒰ 🥋 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
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( PAPER RINGS ) 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾 ──────── 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 ❛ nothing happened in the way i wanted, every corner of this house is haunted. ❜
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MEGAN WENT HOME after she left Robby. The minute she was through the door in her apartment, she broke down. She cried for what felt like forever before she was finally calm enough to not sob into her pillow every other second.
She was just left with her thoughts now.
Seeing Robby out in the hall surprised her for the sole purpose of him being there. She thought that after everything that happened, he would have hated her. She thought he hated her for not picking him over Cobra Kai. She thought he hated her for not quitting when she said she would. But he still went after her.
She didn't know why, but she knew it would drive her insane, so she started to scroll through her phone in hopes of curing her thoughts. They did for a while, that is, until she got a message from Moon.
It was a mass text. An invitation to a party. More specifically, an invitation to Robby and Miguel's party.
Megan should have scrolled past it. Moon probably didn't know that she and Robby had broken up—she probably invited everyone. And yet, a gut feeling in her stomach told her to go.
Nobody would want her there, obviously, but she hoped to at least see him once more. Robby was the only person who truly understood Megan, especially when it came to karate.
Right now she needed him. And she desperately needed to talk to him.
She was dressed in a pink tank top and baggy blue jeans, her hair pulled into a half-up style when she exited her room, shoes in hand. "Hey, Tor, I'm gonna go out for a little bit."
Tory looked up from where she was on the couch beside Brandon. "Where are you going? And why do you look like that?"
Megan looked down at her outfit. "I don't look like anything. And... and there's this party."
