Roommates ~ Red son x mk

Pizza

Red Son POV:

It's early in the morning. And I'm still at Tim's house. I need to leave, I can't stand thinking of how MK would react if he saw that I was still here. I stand up to leave quietly. Unfortunately, Tim stirs.

"Where are you going? Were you just going to leave without telling me?" He asks.

"No, I just need to get back to my dorm to...prepare for class," I say.

"Are you sure you're not going to go sneak off with MK? Don't pretend like you two weren't a thing. I know about it!" He glares at me accusingly.

"No, I swear that I just need to get my backpack and stuff ready," I say, desperately trying to convince him.

"Hmm...ok. Mind if I come along?" He asks, suddenly cheerful again.

"Don't you have to get your stuff ready?"

"No."

I consider saying no, but then realize that he'll insist on coming anyways. "Okay, you can come."

He jumps up, running a hand though his hair. He laces his fingers through mine, walking me to the door. I hear MK come out of his room just as we shut the door. Great.

We go to my room, which is only a few doors down. I run into my room and quickly come back looking like a decently prepared individual.

"Ready to go?" I ask Tim.

He just walks away. I try to follow him, but he ignores me.

"Tim, I'm really really sorry, did I do something wrong?" I ask, running through my head the last couple of minutes to see if I did anything to upset him.

He continues to ignore me, walking faster. I speed up.

"Look Tim, I honestly can't figure out what I did wrong and I'm really sorry. Can you please tell me what I did to upset you so that I can not do it again?" In response, he walks faster and starts talking to another girl walking down the hallway, who I assume is his friend,.

I must have done something wrong. But what? If he won't tell me, I'll have to keep apologizing. Maybe then he'll forgive me and talk to me again. I get out my phone and compose an apology to him. I send it, and he leaves me on read.

On the walk to class, I try to forget about Tim, and tell myself that if he won't tell me what's wrong then I can't keep apologizing. But that's easily forgotten by the irrational part of myself that tells me that I did something wrong. I am the reason he's so distant. But why? He was so close to me before.

I arrive in class to see Tim talking to MK. They're laughing and having a great time with Mei. I take my usual spot in the back, away from other people. Tim seems so happy with everyone else, so it must be me that he has a problem with.

I manage to make it through the class, then catch up to Tim after. We normally walk to our next class together.

"Hey Tim, I'm really sorry for whatever I did," I say.

He finally looks me in the eye, and sighs. "It's not your fault, it's something that happened at home."

Relief washes over me. "I'm so so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, not really," Tim says.

We walk together in silence, though a small, nagging part of my brain wonders how he was so fine around MK and Mei, but ignored me. But it's fine, as long as he's talking to me again I'm happy.

"Still on for pizza tonight?" I ask.

"Sure, I guess," he says, not quite giving me his full attention. Something still feels off.

"You sure your okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine, now lighten up," he snaps.

I'm taken aback by his harsh tone, but nonetheless I keep walking with him.

"So...are we...official now?" I ask.

At this, he brightens. "Yes."

I feel happy now that I got him to smile. Maybe, he'll stop being sad.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too," I say back, finally happy that he's speaking to me normally again.

~time skip~

My pizza order is almost ready to get picked up when Tim knocks on my door.

"Hey, good to see you," I say as I open the door and embrace him.

"Good to see you too," he says as he kisses me.

"The pizza is just about ready to be picked up, wanna get it with me?" I ask.

"I hurt my knee today, so I'm gonna stay here," he says, sitting down on the couch.

"Uh, okay. Well, I'll be back in just a few minutes," I say.

He smiles, and I close the door. At least he's happy.

Getting in my car, I drive down to the pizza place across the street.

"Order for Red Son," I say to the lady working the cash register.

She nods, and comes back with two pizza boxes.

"Thank you," I say as I pick up the boxes and leave. After driving across the street (again), I walk up the stairs to my apartment and unlock the door. I don't see Tim on the couch, which is odd.

"Tim?" I call as I set the pizza box down on the table.

He walks out of my room. "Yes, babe?"

"Pizzas ready," I say. I don't know why he was in my room, but I'm afraid to ask him. I don't want him to ignore me again. We open the pizza and watch Dance Moms.

At 11, Tim leaves. I feel almost relieved when he leaves. I don't have to worry about saying something wrong and having him ignore me. Although some part of me longs for his closeness, for I am so easily lonely. Oh well, it's nothing 4 hours of dance moms can't fix.

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