(I'm not dead)
Y/n pov
Now I know I might be too caring at times, that's fine. I'll admit to that. However, no one told me I would be living with a bomb! Bro is tall! The sad thing is I chose for this to happen.
"Hey, where is your bathroom? I need a shower..." Whitty says. Strangely enough, he can't make eye contact with me at all. You live with me now, how can you not?
"First room on your right. It has a sign." I told him. He seemed embarrassed to know he just needed to look for a sign on the door.
"Are you okay? You seem nervous." I queried. He was acting weird and I know it.
"I just wanted to thank you. For letting me stay of course." he sighed, glad he got that off of his chest.
"I take it you're not comfortable with thanking people, huh?"
"Well, not really."
"Hey, we can work on that" I say sticking my hand out.
"Yeah. Yeah we can." Whitty replies, taking my hand in his.
(This is short af)
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