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Warning: Some cursing (Mostly in the intro, did it 'cause I was bored)
Just, fuck 'em.
Especially the fucking stereotype that a boy has to fucking confess to a girl.
Fucking Bullshit.
You were going to fucking confess today if it was the last fucking thing you ever fucking did!
You knocked on the door to the Brit's home, confidence bubbling up all over your being. He opened the door, staring at you for a moment.
"Lemme in," you say, practically pushing your way in.
"Wha-"
"Arthur, I have something I need to tell you,"
"Oh, well, alright then, go ahead," wow is he confused or what.
"Arthur,"
"Yes, love?"
"I love you," you state bluntly, causing him to pause. Damn girl, way to be straight-forward.
"Oh, well, I-" he spluttered, trying to regain his train of thought. You stay relatively silent, waiting as patiently as possible for his response.
"I...I love you, too," he says after a good two minutes of mindless spluttering.
"Good," you murmur, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the living room, where the two of you sit over on the couch and cuddle the rest of the day.
As I fucking said.
Fuck stereotypes.
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Rolling over in bed to snug
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Putting this in the series of "Drabble that I write at midnight"
It's fucking 12:20 and at this time I usually don't fucking care how much I fucking curse and I just go on a damn fuck spree.
So yeah
This was just me getting really fucking bored
And thinking about the stereotype of people always thinking that the guy has to confess to the girl :T
Yeah
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