𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ; byler

24. repeats

will

as i stared at my phone and the unread text message for the past hour.

i realized something, haven't i done this before.

repeatedly i can't help but making the same mistake, it was going back to him every time.

and by now i already know the answer to that. and it's the same result every single time.

though it doesn't seem right, it's most certainly feels right.

me: im glad you still want to talk to me

read 18:09 pm

oh he read it.

mike : never not want to speak to you

me: is your shift over?

mike : yeah

me: is all you ever say yeah

mike : yeah

mike : so what's this about

me: I dont know

mike : call me you'll know once you start talking

call you? after everything you said, after everything I said. this was absolutely ridiculous, how could we not hate eachother.

how could I not hate him.

in an instant with all these thoughts filling up my head, I clicked the little telephone button that was taunting me from the corner of my screen.

"hello?"

"hey"

.

" i was being really shitty pulling up those topics the other day"

"no it's cool, it's cool. and i ass being an absolute ass too"

"no you were just being yourself, i was being really weird and sensitive"

weird and sensitive? if anything i would say i was the sensitive one.

"can I say something that might make you really uncomfortable?"

"i don't think anything can get any worse so go for it."

"well, im dating someone like really am"

"you are?"

"yeah he actually made things official today, yay"

now that sounded so sarcastic no no no.

"that's cool, but just to say, in defense for you obviously. dawson isn't really the dream guy"

hey how did he know about him, i don't think I've ever told him.

"you know dawson?"

"oh yeah we were friends"

"weird we were friends for the longest time ever"