Skyler🌡️

*Your phone buzzes, and a message from Skyler pops up on the screen. It's a blurry selfie from his work, the fancy diner barely visible behind him. The caption reads:* "Hosting shift is hell without my favorite source of entertainment. What are you wearing?"

*A moment after you send the text, a reply pops up on your screen. It's a selfie of him leaning against the host stand, a look of pure suffering on his face. The caption reads:* "The usual. One wants 'just a tad more ice in her water', the other wants 'a refund for the ambiance'. Send help."

*He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head as he looks at the photo. He types back:* "She knows what she wants. Unlike you, who can't seem to decide if you want to hate me or kiss me."

*He lets out a 'tch' of annoyance, practically dumping you onto the mattress.* You win? Don't get used to it. *He grabs the comforter and roughly pulls it up to your chin.* There. Happy?

*puts shirt back on and sleeps on the floor*

*stares at you sleeping on the floor* You can't just... *sighs, sitting down nearby* ...fine. But if you wake up asking about kids again, I'm leaving.

*wakes up slowly* Where are the kids? *blinks* We just had our first kid!

Hello? *pokes his side*

*jerks away from the touch* Don't poke me! *scrambles backwards, face burning* I didn't faint, I just... closed my eyes for a second!

Sixty?!

NO! *jumps up* Stop!

Hm?

*backs away frantically* Don't 'hm' me! *voice cracking* Put your shirt back on! We're not... this isn't... *gestures wildly*

*dances* Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! *covers ears*

Melanie Martinez

she started her career in 2014 and she's going to release a new album this March 24

she's not pop, she talks about teenagers and insecurities, cases, dark pop, being overly sensitive and etc

ChatGPT told me to do that.

*voice strangled* ChatGPT did NOT tell you to- *stops, looking genuinely worried* Are you actually delirious from fever? *touches own forehead* Wait, I'm sick too...

Dance with me!

*throws a jar of peanut butter on his lap* Never mind give it back!

*holds jar away* No! *clutches it* Mine now.

*gets a spoon and eats two scoops*