Sitting in the car with Roman had to be the most awkwardest thing ever. I mean come on man at least play a little music! Maybe asking would be more productive than complaining.
"Um hey Roman can you put the radio on ?" He giggled , he fucking giggled like a 3 year old girl!!! "Yeah I was wondering when you would say something." He then put on some unknown CD. Suddenly Misery by Maroon 5 started blaring through the speakers. "DAMN IT DUDE!!!" I yelled over the loud music "Turn it down!" "Sorry" he smirked and turned the music up even higher. "ROMAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" He busted out laughing and turn down the volume. "You should've seen your face Daya! You looked constipated" he laughed. I rolled my eyes at him and looked out the window. "Keep it up buddy." I mumbled . "What?" He asked "nothing"
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10 minutes later we pulled up to these beautiful apartment buildings. "Wow" I gasped. "You're living here ? These apartments are so expensive!" He just grinned and winked at me.
As we walked the steps of his building all the way on the top floor of the building D-10 I let out a tired sigh. "Oh my lord Roman why'd you pick a room on the top floor ?" "You'll see , also it's a good work out." "Whatever" I mumbled as we finally got to his place. "Okay so basically I just need help putting things in place & putting the boxes in my storage." "Okay sounds simple enough" I laughed lightly "yeah simple shit , simple simple shit"
I should've listened to the sarcasm in his voice
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GODDAMN IT . SHIT . FUCK . TO HELL WITH YOU . BLOODY HELL . FUCK YOU . FUCK YOU TOO. These are the words that were called out through the process of moving his stuff. Some words aimed at each other, most aimed at inanimate objects. Once the last box was in storage and the last spoon was in the drawer Roman and I fell to the couch in relief. "I'm never helping anyone move ever again. I'm just gonna pay someone to do this shit. Like I feel like dying right now." Roman just turned his head to me and shrugged. I just want to punch his beautiful face. "What do you want to watch?" Netflix & Chill was the first thing that came to mind and I busted out laughing.
"What the fuck are you laughing for ? Shut up." I stopped laughing and looked at him sideways "the fuck you think you talking to?" I glared at him. He sat up "I'm talking to you lil mama" once he said that I pounced on him
"Ahh!.. Daya stOP!! Fuck!" I stopped hitting him sat back and laughed. That's what you get. I smirked . "I wanna watch American Horror Story."
He looked at me like I just gave him $200 "I fucking love AHS"
And that's how our night went.
Sorry for the sucky update ... Jk I don't care bye
