AYOOOOO BROS. Ok. I am SO sorry for not posting in forever... My wrong, my fault, I know.. I guess I was distracted by my video games (UwU) I KNOW. I'M SORRY. How about I make it up with this chapter, eh? *wink* *wink* HAVE FUN
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Ross's pov
Ignoring the fact that this dude just DISSED ME, I just decided to change the conversation because I don't think he'll tell me anything about his thoughts, I mean I gotta respect his business? I rubbed the back of my head while yawning. "Anyway.. what time is it?" Man, I really do sound like I just woke up. Roy turned his head toward me and then to the clock. "I don't care." And he slumped back on the table, in his original position. "Then why d'you look at the clock?" I rested my head on my hand as i'm getting pretty tired. Should I go back to bed? Maybe. Also, how long have we even been here? It's felt like hours, even though we've only been here for a couple of min- "I dunno." He blandly replied to my question. "Mkay." I said, slowly getting up and heading for the kitchen door. "I'm tired, so I'm gonna start heading back." Roy just looked at me nonchalantly, before suddenly jolting up, almost falling off of his chair again. What a dunce. It made me smile inside. "WAIT." He gasped. Caught just a tiny bit (A WHOLE LOT) off-guard, I dashed around, facing him again. "Yeah?" I managed. I thought someone got shot or something, cause that was HELLA unexpected- I saw his widened eyes, resting again. He looked like he just realised something. I dunno- I'm not in that brain of his. "Never mind." He sighed. "You should sleep."
"And you should too-" I chuckled tugging him off the chair. "W-woah- AYO STAHP." He squealed, grasping the counter for support. "I just wanna stay here, OK?" Oop- did I piss him off? It's hard to tell with Roy. "Ok.. Is something wrong?" I sat down next to him again. "Because you're acting hella off." He just looked away, and rested his head into his arms. He might not have said it, but I can tell he is just as tired as me. "I'm not acting 'off'." That's all he replied with. Or all I heard. "I really feel like you're not telling me something." I edged closer to him, and he just edged even further than me. "Did I do something wrong? Roy, what's bothering you?" OK. Well, one thing you should know, kids, is that there's a fine line between joking around and making your friend worry. Because I am REALLY starting to worry about Roy now. "Meh." A quiet murmur came from him. And then,,,
SILENCE.
A long,
Painful,
Painfully long,
Long,
Long,
Silence.
Until I broke it by pulling him off his chair and heading out the kitchen. "Roy, you gotta sleep. I do too." IF I'M GONNA SLEEP, ROY IS TOO. I'm not leaving him. "I don't want to sleep, Rossssssssssss (that's a but-load of s's)" He tried to pull away. Like, when does he NOT pull away? PATIENCE, ROSS. YOU NEED PATIENCE. "No, I'm serious Roy. Not having a laugh. I'm not having a go at you either. (For you people who don't know what 'Having a go at someone' means, here is a quick summary: If you are having a go at someone, you are trying to annoy them, or joke about them.) I'm really worried so please, just come on." AT LEAST HE HEARD WHAT I SAID. Because he finally kept squabbling (FuNnY wOrD UwU) and actually came. "Ross, I'm fine, OK?! I just don't want to sleep." Big oof for you Roy, Because you have no choice. "Yeahhhh you're sleeping. That's not even an option." I took him to the living room and let go of him. "Do you need me to tuck you in? Read you a bed-time story? Sing you a lullaby?" I joked, OK. Maybe now I was having a little go at him. I chuckled, quietly, so I wouldn't wake anyone else up. "Pfft" Roy laughed a little too. I t was nice to see that. "Shuddup." He playfully pushed me back. "WELP. G'nigh lol." And, after saying that, I just walked to the stairs.
