STORYTIME: How My Ex-Best Friend Stole My Kitten…
Then Gave It Back AS ASHES 12 YEARS LATER.
So I “Accidentally” Stole His Man.
Y’all, this is the most messed up, twisted, soap opera-level
story of my entire life. Buckle up.
So let’s rewind to when I was 7 years old.
My parents got me a kitten for my birthday.
She was the cutest little thing, all fluffy and tiny,
and I named her Marshmallow because she looked like one.
Now, my so-called “best friend” Luca—who I had literally known since birth—
was obsessed with her. He’d always say, “If you ever don’t want her, I’ll take her.”
And I was like, “Uh, no? She’s mine?”
WELL. One day, Marshmallow goes missing. I searched EVERYWHERE.
I was crying, making lost posters, begging my parents to call the police like she was a
missing person—it was DIRE.
Luca? He was suspiciously chill about the whole thing.
Too chill. But I was too young and stupid to put two and two together.
Fast forward TWELVE YEARS LATER.
I’m 19 and have finally cut Luca off after he trashed my entire room,
stole my jewelry, broke my makeup, and traumatized my now dead hamster.
(If you don’t know, check the last storytime.)
So we haven’t spoken in months.
Then, out of nowhere, he texts me, like:
“Hey. I have something of yours. Can we meet?”
At this point, I was curious but also suspicious. I was thinking, maybe he’s finally
giving back the stuff he stole?
So I meet up with him at this random-ass park.
He shows up, hands me a plastic bag, and just says:
“Here. It’s Marshmallow.”
I open the bag. It’s. HER. ASHES.
MY BABY. IN A FREAKING PLASTIC BAG.
Y’all, my brain short-circuited. I was standing there, holding my DEAD PET,
while he just stood there like this was totally normal.
I was like: “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.”
And Luca? He just shrugs and says:
“Yeah, so… funny story. I kinda accidentally stole her when we were kids.
She ran away, and I found her, but I didn’t want to give her back.
So I just kept her. And then… yeah, she died. But I figured you’d want her ashes,
so… here you go.”
LIKE??? EXCUSE ME???
At that moment, I had never wanted to commit a felony more in my life.
I was SPEECHLESS.
But I just took the bag, looked him dead in the eyes, and said:
“You’re going to regret this.”
AND BOY, DID HE.
See, Luca had a boyfriend. A very hot, very bisexual boyfriend.
And I? Well. I may or may not have accidentally
started talking to him. And we may or may not have flirted a little.
And we may or may not have ended up sleeping together.
Oops.
Now, was it revenge? Maybe. Was it petty? Absolutely.
Do I feel bad? Eh.
And now I’m sitting here, holding onto this secret,
debating whether I should tell Luca or just let him find out the messy way.
What do y’all think? Should I confess? Or should I let karma do its thing? 👀
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