twenty.

there was a project that was supposed to be done in pairs, so naturally i thought i would be able to work with my punk rock friend,

but my teacher broke us up,

and i ended working with,

my elementary school crush, chuggington.

and she worked with you,

lmao, imagine if it was the other way around.

i wasn't nervous about working with chuggington because he was smart, and i got over him

although my friend kept teasing me, saying that i was 'in love' with chuggington

so then i teased her back with you

eventually we both stopped.

you looked at me when my friend was teasing me

why did you look at me? because you wanted to see what kind of face I was making?

did you ever consider that my friend might have been right?

if i liked chuggington, what would you say to that?

do you even care?