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His mother pt2 (15)

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The mood got lighter after that, you went back up to his room and he shuts it door. You didn't really know what to say now.

"Sorry about that... didn't think he would put you in the hot seat like that." You whispered a little.

"It's fine.. thanks for sticking up for me though." He patted his thighs.

You tried to break this awkward silence, looking around the room to see what you could talk about. You place your eyes on the picture frame and went to grab it.

"When was this?" He looks over at you holding the picture and clears his throat.

"Uh.. it was before you came here." He took it from you and placed it face down on the table.

"You look happy." You watched as he sat down beside you, leaning back to the wall.

"Yeah.. i had some good times there." His voice sounded a little sad so you just dropped it. You pulled out a book you were reading before, and began to read it in silence. Trying not to show how uncomfortable you were. You could feel him staring at you.

"I can feel you staring Kujo." He grunted and tugged on his hat a little.

"I'm not staring.. don't be so full of yourself." He scoffed.

"No need to be so defensive, i get it. I'm pretty." You drum your cheek and look up at him. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Who the hell told you that? They were just being nice." He scoffed again.

"A lot of people actually, including Weylin." His face goes noticeably sour when hearing his name. He crosses his arms.

"Do you even like him?" You think a little at his question, you do like him. He's nice and a good friend but you don't know if that's what he meant.

"Define like? I think he's cool, i think he likes me a lot. What do you think?"

"Why would i know? I don't fucking care.." You made a face at his tone, why did he turn like that?

"Well fuck you too.." you mumbled went back to your book.

He was about to say something when you spoke up again, "It's getting late, should we sleep now?" He just nods quiet and goes to a small closet in his room and pulls out extra pillows and sheets and lays them down on the floor.

"What are you doing?" You watch him with your eyes. He spreads out the pillows.

"What does it look like? I'm making a bed. Have to sleep somewhere." You look at him confused, why would anyone sleep on the floor if there's different options?

"Why? I'm not sleeping in here." He pauses and looks up at you.

"Uh.. why not? I don't think we can body fit in my bed." He props himself up on his heels.

"Well, this house is really big, hard to believe you don't have a spare room. Don't you guys have a guest room somewhere?" You notice him pause for a moment before answering.

"Well.. yeah we do but i don't mind sleeping on the floor." He replies in his low voice.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor in your own room. Just sleep in your bed, i'll go to the guest room." You put down his pillow and walk to the door.

"I don't care if i sleep on the floor though, you can stay in here." He whispered again.

"Trust me, you don't want me to sleep in here. I stay up way too late, i move around a lot in bed and i make a lot of noise, which i'm pretty sure you would be annoyed by.", you let out a quiet laugh, "It would be better for me to sleep somewhere else. You'll be fine right? I'll ask you mom where it is. Night!" You left his room and went to ask where the guest bedroom was at.