His Girlfriend

I must have been really drunk, because I actually agreed to go back in and dance with him.

So we started dancing to a fast song, not really talking. It was kind of pointless to be talking anyways, you’d have to yell to be heard. Then a slow song came on so we began (awkwardly) slow dancing, and something occured to me.

“Hey wait… where is your date?”

“My date? My date kind of… ran off somewhere”

“Ran off? Ha. And you were acting like I was so pathetic. Where is she?”

“Well she kind of ran off with this other guy” and he pointed to a corner where this girl was making out with… hold on… my cousin???

“Holy shit, that’s my cousin! Ew that’s disgusting, why on earth would she kiss Jason? Why would anyone kiss Jason??”

“Well… she shouldn’t by kissing anyone else, seeing as she’s my girlfriend.”

“Your… girlfriend?” There was a sinking feeling in my stomach. I guess I was… dissappointed? I don’t know why though. “Well that’s really… bitchy of her. Why don’t you go over and stop it?”

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