Young Mr and Mrs Manchester

I went to my room and pulled out my phone. It was time to go snooping around in King's history. Ah, I love it when I can get answers about someone's personal life without asking anyone close to them.

I searched Kelly and King and a dozen articles popped up calling them the breathing reincarnations of romance, the perfect power couple, love in its purest form, all that kind of stuff.

I refuse to lie, it made me kinda jealous that people were rooting so hard for those two. It says on her second week she was asked out almost every day of the week and they were sure on one of them King had his first kiss and it also said they were sure to have their first kiss soon.

I was practically boiling in my seat, I mean Emy had to get her possessiveness from somewhere, anyway I scrolled down to an article named 'POWER COUPLE OR POWER SINGLES?' and it caught my eye.

Basically, it was talking all about how their relationship was too perfect and if they weren't being forced to act that way around people, they were pretending all on their own.

I liked that thought but I knew King actually held feelings for her. I scrolled a little lower and saw an article named 'WHY KELLY SHOULD BE RETURNED TO KING' and it was from a person named 'Kelling Shipper'.

It talked about how in love the two were and how it was wrong to separate them. Said it could cause mental health anxiety from being separated.

They weren't even that in love, it's just a huge crush.

I'd had about enough reading about King and Kelly and I wanted to take my mind far away from it, even though it was my idea to do it in the first place. I'm only 11, I'm not always the brightest.

Now that I had tortured myself reading about how 'in love' King and Kelly were, it was time to see what people thought of me… and King… together.

I searched up King and I and an article popped up saying we were best friends and it made me the perfect contestant. I smiled at that.

The next article claimed me a bitch for ripping Lira's swimsuit, it was the Kelling Shipper again.

The next article was posted 3 minutes ago with the latest pictures of us cuddling and the picture of me and King pressed against each other on the carousel that I totally didn't forget about and it explained why I was better than Kelly and why what we had was actual love.

Had me over here grinning like a love-sick fool.

The next article was all about I was never meant to go to the manor and why the competition should've ended after Kelly left. The first line read 'Clearly those two were it for each other, taking her away and throwing another girl right at him must've messed with King's head, it was a very unwise choice to separate the two.' I scoffed, this guy has no idea what he's talking about. He can only see things through the cameras. The next line read 'Though I won't say Miss Emmelyn isn't competition, it seems she has just as much as a chance as Kelly did, if not, more.' I smiled, Miss Ma'am might know a lil' something after all.

I searched all the way down the first google page and while some of the articles made me irritated, there were some that made me gush like a weeb when their favorite anime ship became canon.

Anyway, now that I felt much better I wanna scroll through Kayla's TikTok and see how kinky she is.

What? You're allowed to be kinda kinky with some of these dances.

I wasted about an hour scrolling through Kayla's TikToks and when I finished I figured I should take a bath. I don't know, I just wanted to.

I slipped into the bathtub and just lay there letting the water calm my body and make me sweat.

Then I bathed and for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about one of my favorite Ariana Grande songs.

I tried humming it to see if I could get it out of my system, sometimes I just need to hum it.

I hummed the song 3 times before I figured I needed to hear the song to get it out, so I sat in the tub for a little longer because the water was still warm and it felt so good.

Then I finally convinced myself to get out of the tub, I have no idea why, I was enjoying myself and could totally repeatedly hum the song until I actually wanted to get out, but whatever.

I dried myself off and went to my phone, where I had a text from King telling me he wanted to chill and he'd be over in 20 minutes, and he'd texted me 16 minutes ago.

It was fine, I could look cute in 4 minutes, but my mind still hadn't wandered away from that treacherous, lovely song that filled my brain.

I went to pick out my clothes and pulled out a white skirt and pink shirt that I'd tuck into my skirt and a pair of pale pink shoes and socks.

I did my edges in the mirror and tied it with a scarf so they'd stay down like they never do.

Now I'd done that I cleaned my glasses and took my clothes into my room to put on while I sang/listened to the only thing I could think of.

Yea, that's how bad it was.

I adjusted my volume, or, if you want the truth, turned it all the way up hoping I wasn't disrupting anyone.

Then I opened youtube when I got a text from King.

[I'll be there in a lil, my bad] It said.

[We cool, take your time] I texted back, and now it was time to clear my mind.

I searched 'Love me harder' and clicked on the first thing that popped up and after an 11 and 6 second video I couldn't skip, it was time to have fun.