Personal fucked up love story:
-Meet fantastic girl in 12th grade
-Beautiful blue eyes, loose dirty blonde curls, 4/10 tits, 8/10 ass, nice plump waist and hips
-Her name is Jean (i hail from redneck-lands, so deal with it)
-We grow really close over the course of 2 years
-A couple of days before i was going to ask her to be mine she tells me she's dating my friend
-My friend (Bill) was the first person i met when i moved to louisiana, he helped me meet new people and get settled into the school, i could never betray him
-Lose hope in Jean as a romantic interest but stay good friends (this ate me alive inside)
-About 5 months pass and me and Jean go back to my apartment after a party (she was tipsy but i was sober as a bird)
-She invites me to sit on couch
-She randomly kisses me
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-Continue until skoodliypoop
-After skoodilypoop she tells me that she's always loved me, and that it was a mistake to date Bill
-A couple of weeks go by
-Sitting on my ass watching Game of Thrones
-Knock on door
-Open the door
-No one gets on the floor and/or walks the dinosaur
-Bill at door with revolver
-"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT JEAN PREGNANT, SHE TOLD ME EVERYTHING YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT"
-Nervous, thinking of ways to calm him down, decide on what to say, dripping in sweat
-"Billy, Jean is not my lover! She's just a girl, that thinks I am the one. And the kid is not my son!"