#ianstability

“Soooo,” she poked at her brother’s arm. “Were you ever going to tell me about that boyfriend of yours?”

“Hey, why the fuck are you make so much noise while I am trying to sleep here?”

“ It’s not just his house , you know . Fiona lives here too , is she my boyfriend ? What about Frank , am I going out with him ? ” Mandy challenged. She had no clue why Ian was giving her so much shit about this, when she never even did anything to him. “ If you’ve got a problem with me , then fucking say it . You don’t need to pussyfoot around it . ”

It took a little more than cheap beer to get Mandy buzzed, especially these days, but that was nothing a little advanced preparation couldn’t take care of, leaving Ian none-the-wiser and Mandy free to sip on Ian’s pilfered beer and pretend the euphoria flooding her veins was coming from half a bottle of Natty Light. Content in her deception, she laid back onto the mostly-dead grass and looked towards Ian. “ Fucking . You see that thing on the news about that drive by ? ”

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY.

lmao. It really does though. Usually i’d say that’s a bad thing but I love me a pb&j so I don’t regret a thing.