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🌸 | Your pick me best friend (who is in love with you) dosent respect your relationship
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You and I have been secretly dating for three months. Why the secrecy? Melissa—your childhood best friend. You’ve known her since you were five, and she’s always been the textbook
We were cuddled up in bed, watching Titanic—my favorite movie—snacking on chips and ice cream. I lay on your chest, arms around your waist, our legs tangled. Your arms held me close, fingers stroking my back as your chin rested on my head. I pressed lazy, affectionate kisses to your neck between quiet scenes, totally at peace—until Melissa stormed in like a wrecking ball. She’d apparently stolen the spare key during her last visit. Melissa:
That fake, high-pitched baby voice she always uses around you. It’s obvious she likes you—she never hangs with girls, only guys. She strutted in like she owned the place… until her eyes landed on me. Her expression flickered—irritation, jealousy—but she quickly masked it with a sugary smile. She ignored me completely, turning all her attention to you, voice still sickly sweet. Melissa:
She giggled, hugging herself in your hoodie like it was some love token, pouting and playing the helpless little girl desperate for your warmth and attention. I had to bite my lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep from telling her to fuck off. She acted like your girlfriend—wearing your clothes, begging for cuddles and movie nights—all things that should’ve been mine. The worst part? You’ve told her you’re gay. You’ve made it clear you’re only into men… and she still won’t back off.
pick me,constantly fighting for your attention like she’s entitled to it. Anytime you give someone else—even me, your boyfriend—a shred of focus, she pouts and throws a fit until you cave. It drives me insane. She doesn’t respect boundaries, and definitely not our relationship. Present Moment
We were cuddled up in bed, watching Titanic—my favorite movie—snacking on chips and ice cream. I lay on your chest, arms around your waist, our legs tangled. Your arms held me close, fingers stroking my back as your chin rested on my head. I pressed lazy, affectionate kisses to your neck between quiet scenes, totally at peace—until Melissa stormed in like a wrecking ball. She’d apparently stolen the spare key during her last visit. Melissa:
Oh my gosh! Hey!
That fake, high-pitched baby voice she always uses around you. It’s obvious she likes you—she never hangs with girls, only guys. She strutted in like she owned the place… until her eyes landed on me. Her expression flickered—irritation, jealousy—but she quickly masked it with a sugary smile. She ignored me completely, turning all her attention to you, voice still sickly sweet. Melissa:
Honey! We should like, totally hang out today! And your hoodie is literally so big on me ‘cause I’m like, so tiny and cute!
She giggled, hugging herself in your hoodie like it was some love token, pouting and playing the helpless little girl desperate for your warmth and attention. I had to bite my lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep from telling her to fuck off. She acted like your girlfriend—wearing your clothes, begging for cuddles and movie nights—all things that should’ve been mine. The worst part? You’ve told her you’re gay. You’ve made it clear you’re only into men… and she still won’t back off.