We Can't Be Friends

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Cinderella heel

(Trevor)

"Why don't you say it to me?" I followed him upstairs like his tail, but he's shutting up and climbing.

 "Makky!" He turned to me as he was on his way and threw me a death-chilling glare.

"Are you going to shave?" I pointed to his not-so-visible, I-shaved-yesterday beard.

"What?" he resumed climbing. 

"Just trying to figure out whether you can answer anything other than what I ask about the call!"

"I've already answered," he was screaming.

"No, you didn't."

"I said about it already!"

'What did you say?"

"Didn't you hear? Get ready soon. The freshmen's party is up," he said blankly for the third time.

He's lying, you mandrake!!

Who would believe that lie after hearing ragging, fighting, the right spot, and no cameras? 

"I have lately learned something. You're a bad liar!"

Not enough sleep + spam call = ATOM BOMB. I knew the formula.

"You're a genius, Trevor. Now get yourself dressed, and we're leaving soon." He tried to shut the door in my face, but I pushed my foot inside before it.

"You're not going anywhere. You need to stay in your home and sleep first to stop acting like a dick." My inner doctor just woke up as I got inside his room.

He shifts his gaze to me and says, "It's not my home. It's not home at all!" I saw him open his costliest closet and throw out some of his costliest clothes.

He had that underlying stiffness when he said that. I wonder when it can it healed. "Yes, dude, it's not a home at all but a mansion." I tried to cheer him on to earn a death-chilling glare version 2.0.

Why can't he stretch his lips for once? Someone on the call stole it.

He sighed, draped a towel around his hip, and got dressed. 

"Why is it so necessary to go?" There was hope in the edge of my heart that he would say the thing out.

"Why don't you shut up and go bath? We need to be there at sharp nine." He was expressionlessly looking at his face in the mirror.