My friend um… well you see… she ships me with Thomas Sanders. I tell her I think he’s the best and she starts.
It got worse after he said what he was looking for in a relationship. My friend just looked at me and said, “Seriously? You’re perfect for each other.”
I then looked at her and said, “Dude, I’m thirteen. He’s like nineteen.” (I don’t know his age. Help.)
She then deadpanned with, “So? Your personalities are basically the exact same. You even have his Emotion Guys’–”
“Personas.” I corrected her.
“Personas, personalities. I mean, you are literally made for each other.”
I looked at her and with the hurt of never even having met Thomas, I flipped my hoodie up and burried my face into the back of the couch mumbling a not so subtle, “I hate you.”