AYOOOO GUYS! I am trying to post more recently now, due to my LONG (hella long) break I took from writing this abomination of a story! ALSO, just a quick heads-up, this chapter is happening at the same time as Chapter Fifteen, just in a different place. READ ON MY BOOTIFUL COMRADES.
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xXNot Ross's houseXx
It was a quiet room. Filled with posters, figures, etc... A typical minor's room. You could hear the constant whirrrrr of the air conditioning and the subtle wind, pushing the translucent curtains to and fro. You could hear the... wait... the repetitive noise of a foot tapping the carpeted floor? A teen boy, blonde hair, tired eyes and a troubled look? He was sitting on his bed, thinking? Debating? Deciding? Contemplating? Whatever was going on in that head of his definitely worrying him. As seen of his face, and as shown by his body language. This was Robert, maybe some of you guested, maybe some of you knew, maybe some of you assumed, or maybe, some of you didn't have a clue (eeyyyy that rhymedddd bard 100) but now you know!
Robert's pov
I couldn't sleep tonight. And I think I know why. What happened with Roy? And Ross? Man, that game went way too far, much too far than I thought, and frankly, much too far then I think anyone would've liked. What was I thinking.. no... what came over me when I wrote 'kiss' on that sheet? What the hell was I even expecting? I think I really hurt Roy's feelings.. and maybe even Ross's. I should apologise. But probably not in the middle of the night. It's probably only been some hours after I'd seen them but it feels like forever. and I feel so bad.. Man.. 'No risk no fun'? Who the hell thought of that dumb-ass saying..
oh yeah.
Me.
Whatever.. tomorrow, I'll solve it. And everything will go back to the way it was, before the come-over. Everything will go back to 'normal', whatever that word even means, anyway. This event will be forgotten and will NOT effect our lives, at all. AT. ALL. Right? RIGHT? I goddamn hope so...
Damn.
This is all my fault.
I'm such a stupid son of a gun.
I'm glad I've got friends like them.
:)
I felt a smile, slowly but surely, crawling across my face. A small one, sure, but still a smile. And just like that, the terrible feeling wept away. A little, tiny, incy-wincy (WE GET IT, AUTHOR, SMALL) spark of hope, lit up. Man. I thank god for my friends. I suddenly jumped, remembering I should probably get some sleep. Well.. goodnight world? And hello to tomorrow.
BIG OOF-
Small chapter- I know!
Tomorrow I will do Skid and Pump's point of view!
Hope you guys enjoyed, see-ya!
