Stuck With You (ki) !Being Rewritten!

Chapter Four:- Passing Notes

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Season 1

-Chapter Four:- Passing Notes-

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Last Nite- The Strokes

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0:54 ─ㅇ────── 3:13

It was a quiet evening, I had finished all my school work and the flat was empty. Tenma was over at Cinnamon's, Lance had a night shift at his art studio and Donnie had the band over for practice for about three hours in the basement of the building. A huge part of me was fighting the urge to not go down there and throw a fit with Drew, cause I was bigger than that, I wouldn't embarrass myself like that, or ruin the band for Donnie's sake.

I decided to head to the living room and maybe put on a movie to distract myself from the fact that I'm running away from confrontation. Maybe I was being too much, maybe he does need space away from me. Squatting in front of the living room table, I pick up and scan some VHS tapes for something worth watching.

"Man, there's nothing good in here, " I sigh with disappointment throwing all the tapes from my grip on the floor. I threw myself face down on the couch and just screamed into the couchan pillow out of frustration. I look up at the embarrassing state I put myself in. This was it, this was more than I could take, and I was going to put a stop to this. Stomping off the couch I march over to the apartment door and swing it open angrily. I look up only to be met with Lance who was just about to put his key in.

"Woah, hello to you too," he chuckled. "Who are you about to murder with that temper?" He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly pointing out how I was fuming.

"Nobody. I need to go." I try to push past him but he just blocked me with his arms and pushed me back in, closing the door behind him.

"No you don't. For all I know you could run now be back with a criminal record." He laughed, plopping his bag and art supplies down before turning to me again.

He sat us on the couch then faced me to speak, "so, what's going on?"

I just sat there quietly as my leg was bouncing with the anxiety building up in me. I could feel Lance's eyes on me, but I was too frustrated to say anything.

"Damn, is it that bad?" He chuckled softly, I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. "Let me make us some tea, maybe it'll help." He got up and took his jacket off.

"Do you think I'm too much sometimes?" I finally push out, looking at my feet.

I don't hear a response, but instead a sigh. He sits back down and I could feel his expression change. "Where's this coming from, Sabrina?"

"I don't know, things have been really bad between Drew and I. He's barely around me anymore, and when I try to talk to him he leaves me dumbfounded." Anxiety starts to develop into anger as I keep ranting.

"And it may seem stupid to you I know-"

"It's not. Feelings are feelings and they need to be dealt with." He puts a shoulder on my hand, somewhat calming me down. "You're a feeler Sabrina, you should let it all out sometimes."