Mr and Mrs Button was like any other Family.
Except they weren’t really… They were shirts.
Mr Button grew up in a small village named Tailorton. It was full of life and thread… lots and lots of thread.
Mrs Button had an interesting upbringing, her mother was a rag queen dressing up and hitting the town and little button had to go everywhere with her. This was good as the little button got exposed to many types of fashion but her love would always be plaid… she was bi after all.
Mr Button’s parents were trousers… many people didn't see the family resemblance however their asses? Were extremely similar some would say that the small boy was the ass of their eye… actually no who even says that? No one wants an ass as an eye.
Mrs Buttons parents were a set of very sophisticated blazers, really knowing how to fit in and keep everything nice and tidy. Mrs Araboob Button’s sibling Didi Bra, really let the family down when she changed her name to Fifi because well y’know.
She had a lot to uphold and I guess the pressure just got to her. She had an unfortunate accident where her back snapped and she got emergency surgery to replace things… but her spine was never the same; it had to be held together by wire.
When Mr and Mrs Button first met they hated each other, they really did rub each other the wrong way so much so the hair on each of their heads stuck up… you could really see and feel the tension in the air.
Then one day a flash and a spark got lit up between them… they were hanging out at the local club The Lint Dump and they literally got sparked… and then kicked out (because you know sparks and lint very dangerous a big liability and things makes the insurance policy for these places go through the roof.)
Mr and Mrs Blazer didn’t care for these sparks at all… (even though their name was blazer you’d think something would go right… their romantic relationship was about as dead as… well a limp shoelace)
They tried day and night to keep the two teens away from each other but the static electricity just meant their love powered on through the night… (and day… and kept everyone up in the village with the incessant white noise buzzing… unless they were near each other.)
(for context this is what happens when @goldenstoriesfromgoldenhearts and I start talking at 11pm and they tell me that salsa got on their shirt… ) I am sorry for grammar and stuff… sleep deprivation is bad for you kids! This is only part one… I will post part two after sleep.