Where Irene brought Wendy golfing

Bring your girlfriend for golfing they said. It will be fun they said.

Well, whoever they is, they lied. Well, partially because at this point Irene has lost the will to live. Her legs are worn out trying to chase her girlfriend who ran around the golf course like a little kid.

You see, Irene had always enjoyed golf. On certain occasion, she would usually golf alone and enjoy the peace of mind on her own. But just a few days ago, Wendy had begged Irene to bring her along because apparently it seemed ‘fun’. Also because Wendy was doubting why Irene never wanted to bring her along and almost accused Irene of cheating one some golfer who was ‘less hotter’ than her. Or something that goes along the way. Irene didn’t want to hurt Wendy by saying BECAUSE YOU DO EMBARRASSING THINGS and decided to just let the latter tag along

“WENDY STOP ROLLING ON THE GROUND”

She sighed. Wendy on the other hand didn’t seem to mind and continued rolling, resulting to her white outfit that says GOLFING IS MY PASSION being stained.

“Babe! We need this type of grass for our backyard!” Wendy exclaimed

“Oh god”

Irene immediately walked over and pulled Wendy up from the ground. Few people who were on a golf cart kept staring at Wendy weirdly, putting Irene on an embarrassing situation. Oh god, there goes her girlfriend…and her dignity

“Wendy, stand up right now!” the older one scolded

“But whyyyy. It’s comfortable!” Wendy whined

“Wen, people are staring stand up right now or I’ll leave you alone!”

“Are you embarrassed of me??”

“That’s not what I meant, just stand up right now”

“Can we set a camp here?”

Wendy stared at her girlfriend innocently from the ground. No…those eyes…must resist…must resist…

“N-no!”

“Whyyyyyyy. It’s fun!”

“Wendy, stand up right now I swear to god”

But Wendy decided to roll again

“THEY SEE ME ROLLIN’ THEY HATIN’”

Sweet lord somebody give Irene a hell lot of patience. And maybe some alcohol

“WENDY GET UP RIGHT NOW”

Fortunately, Wendy did get up. Why? Because she saw some men who was on a golf cart stopped midway to greet her girlfriend and even had the audacity to ask for her phone number. Wendy almost went ballistic. But gladly a kiss from her girlfriend managed to calm her down

“If I see them on the streets again I swear to god…”

Wendy mumbled up some curses as she drags Irene away from the said men. Stomping her feet but not forgetting to give constant glare to them. Irene, although glad that Wendy finally stopped rolling, can’t help but to smile at her girlfriend’s jealousy

“Wendy…”

Wendy made Irene stand behind her before picking up her golf club and pointed it to the front, giving off more warnings to, well, people

“THOU SHALL NOT STARE AT MY GIRLFRIEND OR I WILL HIT YOU WITH THIS HEAVY STICK”

Irene stared at her

“Baby, to whom are you yelling at?”

“The birds”

“Why would you yell at the birds?” Irene frowned

“I DON’T KNOW I’M ANGRY”

Irene giggled and back hugged her girlfriend to calm her down. She planted soft kisses on the latter’s neck and fortunately Wendy stopped screaming. Poor birds, getting the blame over something that wasn’t even their fault to begin with. Wendy sighed and placed the golf club down, turning her head slightly to face he