Key needed for this chapter
(F/D)= favorite drink
(Y/N)= your name
Your P.O.V
“For fuck sake Wes I'm tried of stepping on your damn dice!” I shouted as I picked up Wesley's D20 that he left on the floor from the previous D&D campaign he did for his channel. I know he probably didn't mean to leave it lying around but I was hormonal, not that it was any excuse to yell at my best friend. Wes also must have been cranky because what I said sparked a fight, I can't remember the last time Wes and I were in a fight, we rarely fought, but when we did it was bad. I never imagined it would get to the point where we actually told me he wanted me to move out, but there I was, now outside the door of our apartment holding a cardboard box that contained all my stuff, my mouth hung open and tears were welling in my eyes, I was still trying to process everything. The things he said stung, I've never seen that side of him. I had his voice ringing in my ears “I'm sick of the dishes you let pile up, I'm sick of the mess in your room, I'm sick of you always drinking all the (f/d), and fuck it you know what (y/n)?! I'm sick of you!” I replayed his words in my head as I left the building box in hands. I went and slept at my editing desk at the Smosh games studio. I had nowhere else to go and I had some editing to do anyways.
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