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>completely mixed feelings
>on one hand button and I are genuinely best mates and I owe it to him to help him out, has always been there when I needed him over the last 4 years
>love him like the young and cocky brother I never had,
>on other hand I like my privacy and I live in a studio apartment so things could get awkward
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>just had another breakup pretty recently, feeling pretty fucking bummed out
>but this is about the third serious relationship breakup so by now I almost don’t even give a fuck anymore, just hit the piss and play vidya
>button is always there for me during breakups, calls me faggot twice as much but always manages to pull me out of my sorry miserable state
>feeling kinda lonely, pizza and some good old fashioned split screen gaming could be fun
>don’t even know what button looks like… fuck haven’t even ever heard unmasked voice… still not sure if good idea
>so much conflict but decide that best bro is best bro and should always help out best bro
>figure that he can stay for a while until he gets a job, I’m thinking a couple of weeks tops
>kinda interested to meet him I guess, but worried it might change the friendship, hopefully for the better at least
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>email button back explaining that its ok to crash at mine for a few weeks until he gets shit sorted but needs to at least contribute a bit of cash towards food and stuff
>button replies with… “It wasn’t a question you superfaggot. What’s your address, I’ll be there next friday week”
>superfaggot… that’s a new one
>kinda pissed off at his comment but I know that’s just how button is, and that superfaggot basically means “thanks anon”
>decide to be a cunt back, email address of an adult shop about a block away along with mobile number INCASE there are any problems… hue hue hue
>I know, fucking lamest prank ever but it was all I could think of at the time
>the friday comes, feeling anxious about what to expect
>halfway through semi interesting anime, passing time… not weeabo
>receive txt around 6pm, as expected, lots of F bombs, C words and paragraph about being the world’s biggest faggot and that he asked for my actual address, not my dream home with endless supply of buttplugs
>send real address
>go back to watching anime
>15 minutes later hear knock at door
I will never ever EVER forget this next moment. I can still picture it as clear as fucking day in my mind. So much fucking confuss…
>open door, and no… no fucking dinosaur
>standing before me is an absolute fucking 10/10 grill
>the very definition of gorgeous
>she is short, about a head shorter than me, maybe a little taller than my shoulder, very dark brown/almost black hair, flawless skin, big deep fucking dark brown eyes and a ‘not happy’ expression
>but those brown eyes could melt butter through 4 inches of solid lead
>I’m talking some god tier shit right here, these eyes could cure erectile dysfunctionality in a 120 year old chinese man that lost his penis back in WW2
>to top it all off she is wearing those tight black yoga pants that (thank the lord himself) are in fashion as well as a baggy(ish) dark blue hoodie with little ears on top, panda ears or maybe mouse ears I don’t have a clue… this is all happening within seconds but it’s burnt into my retinas for life
>after 3 or 4 seconds of awkward beta staring I suddenly become very aware of the retarded ugo kawaii screaming noises coming from the anime I had playing
>can of spaghetti bursts open inside of my pantry
>nothing could prepare me for the jackie-chan bullshit that went down next…
The Story Of Button 