It's been a few days since my last entry. So I thought I'd share a little "fan fiction" I wrote about 8 months ago. I just love shoving in as many fucking adjectives as possible into one sentence, can't you tell?
And believe me, I'm aware of my unending cleverness.
Tucking a long strand of strawberry colored hair behind her ear, Jelly tried her hardest to keep her eyes firmly directed at her book and not on the spectacle going on only a few yards away.
P.B., her best friend and the hottest boy on campus, was having yet another heated fight with his on and off girlfriend, Honey.
He’d caught her with her sticky hands all over Butter, a long time rival of his.
Honey reached for P.B., attempting to use her gooey sweet charms to get out of this particular sticky situation.
Stepping away from the golden haired beauty, P.B. walked away.
When she realized he was heading her way, Jelly tucked her head back into her book, biting her cherry flavored lip nervously.
“Romancing the Preserve?” came a voice.
Peeking up over her novel, Jelly tried to smile up at P.B.
“You’re too much of a romantic, J,” P.B. informed her.
Jelly shrugged shyly as he took a seat beside her. “I cant help it,” she murmured softly. “Are you okay?” She glanced at Honey who was glaring at them and talking fiercely to her friends Maple and Syrup.
P.B. rolled his eyes. “Who needs her anyway?” He said. His hand moved and covered hers gently, uniting them. “I’ll always have you at least.”
Jelly’s cheeks darkened to a bright peach and she smiled sweetly. “Always,” she agreed.
Obviously, I ship P.B. and J. Though don't get me wrong, I love me a good honey and peanut butter sammich every now and then.
It's not my best work, but you can fuck right off if you don't love them.
I'm pretty sure you'll see a lot more of these lovesick condiments soon...
Love love love!
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