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“Y/n where’s that thing you have?” Angela yells from the other room practically panting as if she ran a marathon.

“What thing, Angela?” Your voice is firm and it’s hard not to get frustrated when Cole is screaming crying, the TV is playing a loud baby show, and you’re tying to read the instructions on the specific instructions for Cole’s formula.

“Like that thing! The thing you always have!” Angela steps over the bags Amanda had left that were not put away and were just lying on the floor.

“Angela, baby, I can’t right now. Let me make this bottle and I’ll help after,” You begin shaking the bottle in your hand, rereading the instructions, replaying yourself perform every step making sure that it’s perfect.

“Fuck-okay,” Angela responds and picks up Cole from the couch.

“Hey buddy! You like the TV?” Angela tries to shift his attention from crying to literally anything else.

“Here give him the bottle,” You walk over to them in the living room. Angela looks at you as if you were an angel stepping down to save the day. She takes the bottle from you and gives it to Cole as she holds him on one arm. He begins drinking and his cries quiet down, eyes also drooping down.

You sigh and let your body fall onto the couch.

“You still want kids?”

“Yeah,” Angela turns to you with the sweetest smile as if she wasn’t running around and stressing out just seconds ago.

…

Cole had been sleeping for almost an hour while you and Angela were cleaning up the apartment and looking through the bags Amanda had left you all with.

“Oh my god, she left us books,” Angela whispers to you from across the table. You guys really didn’t have to whisper but you weren’t taking any chances of waking the baby up.

“Do you think he likes them?”

Angela gives you a blank stare and looks back at Cole who was sleeping peacefully on your guys’ bed. “Absolutely not,” She laughs. “There is not one thing going on in his little mind,”

“So are you changing the diaper or what,”

Angela gasps as if she forgot that changing diapers was part of the process when taking care of a baby.

“uhh,” She trails off.

You roll your eyes and shove her lightly.

“Don’t worry about that right now! There’s no crying, let’s take advantage of that!” She diverges the subject and makes her way to the couch.

Her little action of lying in the couch convinced you to follow right after her. You lie on top of her with your head in between her neck and shoulder as she plays with your hair.

“How much longer until Amanda picks him up?” You raise your head to look at her.

“I don’t know,” Angela smiles as she brings her face closer to yours, bringing you into a kiss. The kiss lingers, she kisses you passionately, occasionally tilting her head to come closer. But as soon as you feel her smile against your lips, you know exactly what she’s doing.

“I’m not changing his diaper, Angela,” She groans and drops her head onto the pillows.

“Was that really supposed to convince me?” You laugh and return your head in between her neck and shoulder.

“Maybe,”

“You have to try a lot harder than that,”

Angela’s hands slowly creep down to your waist, finding the hem of your shirt and resting her thumbs underneath your shirt.

“That’s not an invitation,” You stop her.

She groans louder but stops herself immediately after remembering Cole was sleeping in the other room. You can hear Cole make a slight noise but nothing that indicates that he woke up.

You slap Angela’s side as a warning to keep quiet.

…

You don’t remember when you fell asleep, whether it was when you were asking Angela what she was asking you for earlier or when she was reading a message from Amanda. But you do remember the panic that set in your body the second you heard Cole crying. With that, you jumped off of Angela and ran into your guys’s bedroom to pick him up.

“Hey hey hey hey, it’s okay,” You pick him up and have him rest against your shoulder as you shush him.

You can hear Angela getting off of the couch and making her way over to you two. You spin slightly side to side to try and calm Cole down. Angela kisses your temple then smiles at Cole.

“Hi,” Angela says in a high pitched tone to him.

“Look he’s smiling at me!” Angela points at him as you try to look at him over your shoulder.

“Yeah maybe you’re not that bad,” You smile at her.

“Told you,”

…

“Cole what do you eat?” Angela sets him down on the kitchen counter.

“You don’t expect him to seriously answer you, right,” You reply as you open one of the bags Amanda had left you both with in hopes to find a snack for him.

“No,” she turns to you before turning back to Cole. “Don’t mind her. But seriously what do you actually eat all day?” She whispers to him.

“Oh here!” You pull out some teething crackers.

“Oh these are the best!” Angela takes one for herself before you can hand one to Cole.

“Angela!”

…

The final hours of taking care of Cole had come down to you guys sitting on the couch trying to do anything to get him to stop crying.

“Cole look at the TV!” You point to the TV hoping that the show from earlier would capture his attention now. And it did, for a few seconds before he swings his arms around, occasionally hitting Angela in the process.

“Come here,” She takes Cole from your arms but stops frantically.

“Wait my hair-“ Cole had taken ahold of your hair which prevented him from leaving your vicinity.

“Let go Cole,” Angela tries speaking to him sweetly and she holds his hand that is holding your hair.

You grunt in pain not being able to move and just then is when you get a facetime call from Amanda.

“No, Cole we don’t pull on peoples hair!”

“Shit my phone-“ You manage to pick up the phone that was thankfully close to you.

“Hi Amanda!” You smile through the pain, your head tilted to not cause as much force against Cole pulling on your hair.

“What’s going on?” Amanda asks somewhat concerned.

“Nothing we’re great, he just misses mom,” You smile.

“Girl this is definitely your kid!” Angela peeks into frame, still trying to get Cole’s grip off of your hair.

“What?” Amanda laughs. “I’m on my way, sorry we took long,”

“Look Cole! Mama is coming to pick you up!” Angela points at your phone.

He turns to look at the phone and lets go of your hair and reaches for your phone instead. You willingly give him your phone for your hair in return.

You can hear Amanda greet Cole as you start to tie your hair up just in case he gets ahold of you again.

…

“Thank you guys so much for watching over him,” Amanda stands at the door, ready to leave with all her bags and of course Cole.

“Yeah anytime!” You say out of breath.

Angela and Amanda share a couple words before she leaves and you guys are left with the mess that is your apartment.

“Holy shit,” you lean against the door, tilting your head to look over at Angela who’s staring at you with a suspicious smile. She holds your sides as she approaches closer to you.

“Whatever your thinking. No,”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!” Angela gasps, offended.

“Too tired, come sleep,” You drag her by her hand and lead her to your guys’ bed.

“Oh hey, Spencer,” You were definitely not expecting Spencer of all people being here.

“You just get off work?”

“Yeah, I missed my bus so I decided to stop by here while I wait for the next bus,”

He laughs, interrupting the cozy atmosphere that had been established long before.

“It’s not funny!” you protest half convinced of your own words. If this were to happen to Spencer you would 100% be laughing right now but since you are the victim in this situation, nothing is funny.

“I’m sorry!” He puts his hands up as if he’s surrendering though, he’s still laughing so his sorry isn’t meaningful at all.

…

It’s been about 20 minutes spent of you and Spencer talking back and forth, sharing experiences of terrible jobs you two have had. You guys got to the point where the conversation starts winding down and there’s not much to talk about anymore. But being in this conversation with Spencer is somewhat like your only chance to escape your reality and worries. You fear if you guys stop talking, the day ends and you’re back to the cycle of working, worrying, working, worrying, and so on.

“Angela told me you guys played one of the games you bought the other day,” You scavenge anything to talk to him about.

“You have Angela’s number?” He takes a beat and his head springs back in genuine confusion.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, sick,” He mutters to himself.

“Huh?”

“Yeah Angela got really into the game. She kept saying ‘I love this game!’ so I’d say you did a good job,” Spencer laughs as he looks down at his phone to check the time.

“Yeah well it’s my job after all,” You roll your eyes.

“Hey how about I drive you home? It’s late and dark out,”

You hadn’t even realized how late it’s gotten, granted it’s not super late where there’s no one outside on the streets but it’s late enough to the point where you were worried about falling asleep on the bus.

“Would you? Thank you Spence,”

…

Pulling up to your driveway looks like heaven at just the thought about taking a warm bath and being able to lay in your bed.

“Thanks a million Spencer!” You say getting out of the passenger seat.

“Yeah no problem, have a good night,” He says as he drives away.

Walking up to your room you can’t help but think about what Angela kept saying during their recording: ‘I love this game’ You can’t help but laugh to yourself at her excitement. Just imagining how genuine her gratitude was once she texted you makes you feel warm despite the cold wind outside. You feel yourself wanting to text Angela. About what? You don’t know. There’s nothing much you can really tell her especially not about what Spencer told you. It would be extremely creepy if you knew what she was saying while filming especially after she already told you what she thought about the game.

You groan, falling onto your couch in frustration over what to do. It’s pathetic how much you’re thinking about her after a couple interactions. But can you really blame yourself?

…

“Y/n! Draw people to the store!” You can hear her call from across the store in a mocking tone.

“No one is coming into a board game store that’s going out of business and only has a couple games left on a shelf,”

“C’mon Y/n,” She walks up to you. You have your head rested on your hands as your shoulders support your weight over the counter. She makes her way to you and you can see she has small cards in her hands, already knowing your faith.

“No,”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” She says somehow amused by your suffering.

“I’m not handing out cards outside,” You stare at her and in response she only smiles.

…

Being outside is a nice change of scenery but was incredibly humiliating to be ignored by random strangers passing by. You fidget with the cards you were handed, reading them a couple times and shuffling them between each other. ‘Everything Must Go!’ You laugh knowing this is definitely a last resort to speed up the process of this store closing down though, it was obviously not working. You were handed at least 70 cards and had only handed out less than 5 in the last hour. Thinking about it now, those cards you did hand out are definitely lying somewhere in a trash can.

Suddenly, your phone rings from your pocket. You pray it’s a notification that would somehow get yourself out of this situation.

Angela Smosh:

“Hey we just played one of the games you sold us, it was so fun! Thank you for the recommendation!”

You put the cards in your pocket to respond to her message. You feel an immediate rush of adrenaline pumping through your blood not only because you weren’t expecting her to reach out but also because you may have a slight sliver of a crush on her. You debate on whether you should wait a couple minutes before responding but out of excitement, you open the message anyway despite your thinking.

“Yeah any time! How did it go while filming?”

For the next couple of minutes you guys texted back and forth, occasionally laughing at Angela’s silly messages about how everyone got really into the game and it was a very intense filming session. Each message that was sent between you two was immediately responded to, Angela clearly on her break and you…slacking off to say the least. You continue to text her as you see potential customers walk past the store, not that they showed any interest in the store.

Angela Smosh:

“LOL okay my break is over, I’ll text you some other time soon”

“Good luck on filming!”

Angela Smosh:

“Thank you! Good luck with work!”

Angela checking in with you is a really sweet gesture especially since you were the one to give her some games to show Spencer. You look back and scroll to reread the conversation you two just had trying to relive the giddiness of when you initially received the message.

Once looking up from your phone, by looking at the sky, it was almost time to close up. Handing back the cards you were given to the assistant manager, you’re met with an unamused face.

“What?” Your monotone voice fills the silence, already annoyed with whatever she has to say to you.

“Did you even hand these out?”

“I did, only like 5 people actually paid me any mind and took one,” You shrug as you head over to grab your bag.

“See you tomorrow,” She groans

…

You start walking to the bus stop, hoping to finally escape your reality of this dead end job. Just as you turned the corner you can make out the last bus leaving the stop. You debate running to catch up and hopefully be let in but also debate crumbling down to the floor and begin crying. Despite your feelings, you just sigh incredibly loud enough for people walking by to glance back at you. You begin walking in the direction of your home and stumble upon a cafe, looking at the delicious pastries inside and how satisfied people look as they enjoy their meal, you come to the conclusion that you deserve to have a bite.

Now sitting down, every bite and sip helps you forget about missing your bus. You were in your own world enjoying your meal, thinking about your plans for the weekend, the weekend after, upcoming hangouts, until you’re interrupted.

“Hey Y/n,”

…

Today hasn’t been too slow however, though that means there’s been 6 customers. Guess the ‘Going out of business!’ signs actually drew people in. But because of all of the customers, you haven’t been able to eat your lunch. You decided to splurge and got some food from the place across the street but it’s been sitting under the counter for almost 2 hours. The food is probably all mushy and cold. You lose your appetite just thinking about it.

As you ring up the last customer and wave them goodbye, you can finally have your lunch and it’s just like how you expected it to be, cold and soggy. Taking a bite feels like both the best and worst thing that’s happened as of today. But as soon as you take a second bite, the assistant manager walks in.

“God what now?” You groan, mouth still full of food.

“Just came in to say that the shop closes down at the end of this month,” She ignores your rude comment as she looks at the clipboard then back up at the wall of products behind you.

“I feel like this could’ve been an email,” You continue chewing.

“But!” She sets her clipboard down and sighs, “Since you’ve been working here for a couple years, I wanted to give you a letter of recommendation,”

“Wait, really?” Though a recommendation letter from an assistant manger of a board game store won’t necessarily get you up to the higher end of the job market, it’s a nice gesture considering how many fights, disagreements, and heated arguments over how to stock shelves. You recall how long you argued over some dumb decorations for the outside of the store.

“Y/n you can’t put a snowman outside yet! It’s still November!”

“Thanksgiving is over!” You point outside as if you could tell Thanksgiving is over by looking outside.

“I don’t care! You can put the snowman out in December!”

Now knowing that you’ll never see the assistant manager ever again, you kinda feel bad for all the snarky comments you’ve said about her once she’s out of sight.

“Yes really, despite you being incredibly rude at times,” She looks at her new manicured nails, doing anything to avoid eye contact. “I feel as though you deserve a letter from a credible source for your next job,”

“Wow,” You look up at her, “Thank you, I really appreciate it,” The usual tension lessened and became easier to bear.

“Yeah so,” She slides an envelope towards you. “Here. I’ll also have it emailed to you by tonight,”

“Thank you so much—hey I’m sorry for the difficult time I’ve given you since I started here,” You rest your head on your palm, covering your forehead and eyes. “Like all the arguments—I feel really bad for all the shit I’ve said to you and truthfully, I think you’re really,” You pause and shake your head before looking back up at her, almost as if you were trying to find something to say. “You’re really organized and composed and I think I’m…you know, maybe jealous of that,”

“Well thank you for that,” She smiles at you gently, something you’ve never seen before, then she clicks her clipboard on the counter before walking away. “You can’t eat while you’re working,” She winks and walks into the back room.

“Okay forget every nice thing I’ve told you!” You raise your arms in the air, one hand holding your fork and the other holding your letter of recommendation.

“Well what can job I even get with a letter from the assistant manager?” You mutter to yourself.

“Hey excuse me?” an unfamiliar voice interrupts your thinking.

“Hi yes!” Embarrassed, you hide your food under the counter and slip the envelope into your back pocket.

“Sorry to interrupt your little moment,” She laughs as you take a look at her, still embarrassed. She’s the same height as you, short brown hair that’s been moved to the side as if she’s been running her hands through her hair, brown eyes that close when she flashes her infectious smile.

She’s so pretty.

“What? No! Sorry I didn’t hear you come in,” You clear your throat, it’s not common you get incredibly attractive people to walk through the door. Usually the store is filled with either old people, parents with their children, or Spencer. “Were you looking for something in particular?”

“No I’ve just never seen this place before and I wanted to check it out,” She stares, her fingers fidgeting with her keys in her hand.

“Oh? Yeah go ahead,” You’re confused as to why she even came up to you to announce that she was just looking around and didn’t have any questions for you.

As she walks towards the back wall you can hear her mutter to herself, probably noticing the awkward tension she created. Feeling bad for her, you turn the music up in the store.

You can see the sun start to set outside, this reminds you to finish your food. Taking the last bite, the short haired woman walks up to the counter.

“Just this for today?”

“Yeah, this place is really neat,” She looks around.

“Yeah it’s pretty cozy in here,” You scan the plain deck of cards. “Blackjack?”

“Yeah my friends and I are getting together later this week,” She sounds unsure of what she’s saying as if she had just found this information out right now.

“Nice,” You nod. “Okay $5 but I’ll go ahead and give you my discount so that totals to $2.50,” You smile at her as if your discount will make her fall in love with you.

“Oh wow, thanks!” She widens her eyes and smiles wide as if this is the nicest thing a person could do.

“Yup of course!” You hand her the deck of cards and her receipt. “Have a nice day!”

“You too!” She walks out the store hesitantly as if she didn’t know whether to linger or leave.

You sigh knowing you just lost the chance of getting this pretty woman’s number. Probably the only attractive woman that has ever came into the store since you’ve started working. You return to laying your head on the counter disappointed to see this woman leave without getting her number or even asking for her name.

“No flirting on the job!” A bang startles you and causes for you to stand up rapidly from your position. Only to reveal the assistant manager in front of you smiling as if she’s been standing there watching and listening to your inner thoughts.

“Jesus christ!” You turn your body away from her to stare that the wall. “I can’t wait till this place closes down and you’ll leave me alone!” You roll your eyes and sit back down.

“So your jealousy of my organization will stop?” she laughs.

“Shut up,”

…

You’ve worked at this game store for what was supposed to be a couple months to get back onto your feet financially. Unfortunately, those couple months turned into a couple years. So many years in fact that your boss has enough trust in you to open up and close for the night, and doing a bunch of his busywork. Though you’ve basically become the boss at this point, the assistant manager treats you with the lowest possible standards and respect. The reason your anxiety had hit harder this morning compared to others is because the assistant manager had yelled at you yesterday for having a drink by the register. Saying it was too “unprofessional” and “tacky” as if you all weren’t working in a store dedicated for board games. Though she was tolerable, that doesn’t mean you look forward to seeing her.

…

Opening up shop is definitely the most peaceful time of your day. Despite the busy streets, inside the shop is quiet, warm, with ambient lightning, and no customers. Despite the assistant manager running this shop like the navy, there’s seriously no demand for board games. Customers don’t start rolling in till the afternoon so there’s no real point in opening up so early. But you take this chance to listen to music or just be on your phone.

“Off your phone now!” An antagonizing voice interrupts the peaceful environment that had been established since you opened up. This piercing voice is one you’re too familiar with, the assistant manager.

“Lay off,” You groan, dropping your phone and leaning forward from your chair to drop your head onto the counter.

“You need to mark these games for sale and you must give every customer a reminder that everything is buy 2 get 1 free!” She says as she sets down a stack of stickers onto the counter and handing you the clipboard that she previously carried.

“This is like,” you pause flipping through the pages, “Our entire stock,”

“Yeah,” She sighs, “If you couldn’t tell by our lack of customers, we’re going out of business,”

“Oh shit” You stare at her. Truthfully you were concerned over how you were going to get another job rather than your current task at hand.

…

Setting discounts for almost the entire stock made you sweat, probably the only time this job has made you work this hard. You debated laying on the floor for a while but glancing at the time, 1PM, you knew customers would start coming in and if the assistant manager caught you like that, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Good afternoon welcome in,” You put on an extra layer of enthusiasm as you greet the first customer of the day, a mom followed by three children.

“Hi!” Her kids start running around and touching everything in their reach. As the kids find interest in one corner the mom walks up to you looking concerned.

“Would you happen to know any games that would keep my kids entertained for hours?” She drags out her words when she said hours, clearly she’s been through some rough times because of her kids.

You laugh before answering, “I recommend Moose Master, it’s pretty competitive but everyone has to be extremely focused to win the game and each round lasts a while,”

“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver!” She puts a hand on her chest dramatically, though you can tell by how her kids are screaming, that she is sincere with her words.

…

There was no customers for the following hour and you had to bear hearing the terrible music playing since you’ve had to put your phone away.

Until he walked in.

The regular, the only customer to come by consistently, but most importantly, your friend, Spencer.

“Hey Spence,” You wave to your good friend.

“Hey Y/n, you got any games for me?” He leans up against the counter.

“If I’m being honest with you,” You sigh, “The whole store is discounted so take everything your wallet allows,” You shake your head, arms crossed as you lean back in your chair.

“Oh nice!” He laughs as you both walk towards the more mature games.

“No! Not nice Spencer!” You laugh in confusion. “I’m gonna lose my job soon,”

“Fuck dude, maybe we can get you on Smosh,” He crosses his arms inspecting the wall.

“Yeah right,” Rolling your eyes as if you wanted any part of that.

“Alright well help me out here! You’re the mastermind behind these games, you pick the best ones,”

“Well,” It’s hard to see what games are available through the big yellow discount signs stuck onto the shelves.

“I feel like we’ve played all these games before, it’s like I’m staring at the same games just with different names,” He admits as he takes a step back to get a better look at the collection.

You laugh in response, “You’re telling me,” You crouch to get a look at the board games on the bottom shelf. “Maybe you just need a new set of eyes to pick something out,”

“Are you saying that because I’m wearing glasses?” Spencer looks offended but after a brief moment of silence you both laugh, shaking his head in false disapproval.

“No!” You realize how what you said could be offensive. “I just mean maybe you need a second opinion on these games besides me. Someone with a different perspective. A new set of eyes,”

“Not a bad idea,” He shrugs. “Maybe i’ll bring someone by next week,”

After a moment of silence, you speak up “Uno came out with a new version, you wanna try that?” interrupting his thinking.

“Well,” He stares at the package as you hold it, “Yeah this could work,”

“So,” You two walk towards the register, “How’s the channel?” You scan the deck of Uno.

“Really good actually! We had a pretty good year!” Spencer ushers his hands to his pocket to find his wallet.

“That’s great to hear,” You say almost instantly like this dialogue was planned. Or like you’ve had this same response to every other customer that tells you their day went well. “Okay so after the discount the deck is $4,”

“Wow you guys are really closing down huh?” He laughs, pushing up his glasses.

“And guess what,”

“What?”

“You have $6.18 in rewards points if you wanna use that,” You laugh and drop your hand from the register onto the counter. It’s unbelievable how such a big part of your life is coming to an end.

“Sweet! I’ll use it,” Spencer returns his wallet back into his pocket.

You ring up Spencer and hand him his receipt. “See you next week?”

“Yeah I’ll come by with a new set of eyes for ya,” He laughs, taking the receipt and walking out the store.

…

“Enough!” you laugh as you and Angela step out of the car. It had been been a long day at the office, multiple back to back shoots, one long meeting, and many mind numbing rules to memorize for board af. Angela had been playfully mocking your bit from TNTL that was so unfunny it made Angela spit her water out.

Angela’s apartment was like a second home to you even having a dedicated drawer specifically for you. Her bathroom? Filled with your products. There have been days where you were looking for a specific shirt in your own closet only to realize it’s in a drawer in Angela’s apartment.

“Wait,” you hold Angela’s hand before she opens the door to her home. Making eye contact with your uneasy expression, Angela already knows what you’re about to ask.

“Yes y/n, Spork is here. He’s just a dog!” Angela scoffs a bit. “Spork isn’t even a foot tall, babe” she reassures before opening and walking into the apartment.

Angela walks in and drops her bag and coat on a nearby table by the entrance. Spork runs up due to the noise and starts jumping by your girlfriend’s leg before Angela crouched down to pet and kiss him. Usually, dogs bark when they don’t recognize a stranger which leads to growling, snarling, or even worse but arguably, Spork is worse when it comes to you. Even after years of being over at Angela’s, he just stares at you from a distance. The first couple of times you visited Angela in her apartment there was definitely an effort to get familiar with Spork. It wasn’t that you disliked dogs, you loved them, but for some reason you couldn’t get along with him.

“Angela do something,” you say as you hid behind her, body still not fully into the apartment and holding all your things you had brought into work that day.

“Babe,” she sighs, “He won’t do anything, look!” Angela picks him up with one hand effortlessly and walks over to pull you inside by your hand. “Spork say hi,” She slightly nudges him in your direction only to be met with Spork’s blank stare, tongue out, and subtle shaking.

“Hey bud,” you say as you nervously pet the dog who in your eyes, was your biggest enemy.

After some forced interaction and affection you shared with Spork, you and Angela have found comfort within each other lying on the couch, blanket draped over both of you. Your head resting in the crook of Angela’s neck, arm wrapped around her waist while her arm is wrapped around you, head resting on yours.

“I washed your clothes you left here,” Angela speaks softly as the sun starts to set while the show you guys had on the tv continues playing for background noise.

“Thanks,” you sigh “I’ll get my stuff out of your place today, I think I have more clothes here than in my own home” you laugh as soak in peaceful atmosphere that juxtaposes the exhausting work day.

“You don’t need to do that-“ Angela interrupts herself “Hey?” she lifts her head to look at you, “Why don’t you just move in?” she asks.

“Are you serious?” her question caught you off guard. You enjoyed spending nights over at Angela’s apartment and loved the domestic life of waking up together, getting ready together, lounging together, everything. Just coexisting together in the same space brought you a sense of belonging and comfort that no one else could bring, especially not yourself in your own apartment.

“Yeah! I mean, I already have a drawer for you and I’m sure all your stuff could fit in here,” The energy shifted from peaceful to exciting. It was sweet seeing Angela’s excitement about taking a next step to your guys’ relationship. The way she sat up, the way she looked at you with nothing but love. How could you say no?

“Okay! Yeah, I’ll move in” you smile as you two share a sweet kiss. Her lips are warm against yours and in this moment, everything around you is irrelevant. The tv? can’t hear it. The sunset? can’t see it. Spork’s little paws pattering against the floor? very noticeable.

You pull away from the kiss. “What about Spork?” you ask as he stares at you from across the room. Angela turns and laugh at the unbelievable sight of her tiny chihuahua causing you so much trouble.

“Well, let’s try something,” unexpectedly, leaving the warm position you two were in, which you slightly protested by groaning as she stood up. Angela comes back with Spork in her arms and sits back down on the couch, Spork’s attention never leaving you. “Here,” she places her dog in your arms faster than you could oppose.

“Angela please,” you complain as he sits and stares at you while he’s on your lap. In fear that he might snap, you back your head away from him. After some light petting and scratching of his ears, Spork lays and finds comfort on your lap. This differing action makes you look over at Angela in shock, a slight smile sneaking onto your face.

“Maybe it won’t be that hard for him to get used to you,” She starts petting him while smiling at the thought of the two most important things in her life finally getting along. Feeling Spork’s breathing slow down as he falls asleep brings a sense of relief that confirms that you have been given permission from Spork to moving in with your girlfriend.