You woke up reluctantly, throwing the sheets off of yourself as you sat up. Your ___(Hair length and color)___ hair messy from an active sleep. Picking up your cell you noticed that you had a message from your best friend Gamzee. Although you disagree with his life choices you manage to put up with it. He is a sweet guy who just so happens to smoke and obsess over clowns of all sorts. Although you did find him rather attractive and adorble in his own way you had a (boyfriend/girlfriend). Gamzee respected that and did not overstep his boundaries.
Hey ______ wicked game last night, you motherfucking killed it. So I'll pick you up first thing in the morning, see ya then! honk honk honk :o)
This message was sent at three in the morning what the hell was he still doing awake. Oh well, you suppose its just a normal thing he does from time to time.
You fondly remember the time he came over at five in the morning for two eggs. He was baking a cake and noticed that he had none, so his firat thought was to drive across town and ask you for some.
As you got ready to leave you glared at your __(eye color)__ eyes and at your __(skin color)__ skin in your bathroom mirror. You could see the depression leak from the pours on your face, the emptiness in your eyes. This was rather concerning because you don't want to look like crap upon arrival. Your phone dinged, as you reach for it you hit your elbow on the counter and dropped it. It fell on your foot which answered an arriving phone call. All you could hear were moans and dirty comments coming from your lover and another person. For a moment you thought this was some kind of sick joke, things like this don't happen in real life, only in cheesy movies. You picked up your phone and looked at the callers name, it was infact your (boyfriend/girlfriend). Before the call ended you heard an oh shit before the silence. You stood there in your bathroom, speechless for a moment.
You were still a virgin and for very good reasons you wanted to wait til' marriage before sleeping with another person. You honestly thought that after 3 years that your lover was the one for you. There was a knock at the door, it was no doubtably Gamz here to pick you up. You looked in the mirror and realized that he would question you for crying. You didn't want him to know, you felt shame from letting this happen so telling Gamzee wouldn't make you feel any better. You walked towards the front door and realized it was unlocked, taking this chance you ran to the kitchen to look busy.
"Gamzee, its open!" you yelled as you fumbled with a slice of bread.
The door opened and you heard a heavy book bag fall to the floor. His long heavy steps echoed through you, you were worried he'd notice your tears. Gamzee always had a sense for picking up on peoples emotions, just by messaging you the bastard could tell if you were upset.
"Hey motherfucker, what are you all up and doing?"
"Just making a sandwich Gamz, I misplaced my lunch money last night so I'm just making one. Make yourself at home."
You heard the couch fall under his weight, a relief to your ears.
