𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦! adam reed

RULE 10! my lowest, my highest, my everything. he was the one constant

﹙SMOKE SIGNALS ★﹚

I KNOCKED ON THE DOOR!

adam opened it. "you're late."

"why do you wanna see me so bad?" i scoffed, pushing past him.

"i don't. i'm just saying. bitch."

"asshole."

he slammed the door, following after me.

"what are you wearing?" adam questioned.

i shrugged, playing with the ends of my dress.

the white floral fabric rustled between my fingers, as i tried to drown out the sound of adams mindless blabbing.

"you usually look homeless whenever you step into my house. why are you trying so hard?" adam questioned, staring at my purse. "are you in love with me?"

"yeah, i'm doing this to impress you." i agreed sarcastically, sitting down on his couch.

i inspected my nails, filing down the back of the acrylic.

"seriously. why do you look like that?" adam grabbed an apple off the counter.

"like what?" i asked, setting my bag down.

"you look like you've showered for the first time in years! you look decent!"

"i don't shower? you're the one who sits on your ass and plays video games all day. besides, i always look good."

"i wouldn't say that."

"whatever, i'm going on a date!"

"a date? with who?"

"nosy bitch."

"i don't care! i'm just wondering."

"wonder in your room with the door shut, far away from me."

"i would. but it's my house. so you can leave."

"no thanks, not when your mom"s fine ass is paying me so well. i would endure a painful lifetime with you, just to see your hot mom."

"leave my mom alone!"

"no thanks. i already have her number."

"you're so gross."

i scoffed, unusually tired of going back and forth with him.

i always enjoyed fighting with adam; he was easily offended and would spew insults at me on loop.

then, i would just reply 'huh?' and he'd get mad.

it was so entertaining seeing him get mad.

the way his eyes darkened and it was like i could see his thoughts.