"David, please, don't play those games anymore. Your taking away our time together." The love of my life whined, perched on the bed, looking at me. I was playing a adventure map with the Stampy Longnose, and I had no intention of stopping. Stampy blurted something snarky, I laughed and Autumn took that as ignorance, and just lied down, tears in her eyes.
After hours of playing, I also went to bed, and when I woke up, Autumn and her things were gone.
I woke up, a nostalgic feeling in my gut that threatened me to puke what little I had ate last night. I peered across the room, tears in my eyes as I had dreamt of nearly the same two people who had left me a month ago, my best mate, and the better version of Autumn. If I didn't snap at Stampy, he wouldn't have punched me, which I had felt the invisible scar for weeks. It was my fault, I had tried to get what could've been mine, but she never had that sparkle with me, but she did have with Stamps. One day, I was certain, I'd be watching their wedding, either on tv, or to my doubt, be there.
Guilt twisted in my stomach as I uploaded the prerecorded episodes with Stampy, and for the hundredth time, I sent another Facebook message, apologizing.
Only this time a respond came.
This is Sqaishey, I'm gonna set you up with him, he's miserable without his best friend. Meet me and him at the cafe down the street.
She was sneaky, she compared both our apartment locations and was setting us up to have breakfast, like any normal day. She could ask him to go get tea with him, or ask for pancakes which he'd burn naturally.
I pulled on my coat and wiped the sleep off my face and darted outside, meeting the cold weather head-on.
Sqaishey is a angel from above, she really, really is.
I was sitting down, my face in a menu, pondering what to get, when Stamps and Sqaishey walked in.
He grumbled and laughed, "Why do we have to go here for tea? Why couldn't I just make it?"
"I have someone here to meet you. They are really eager to see you."
"Is it a fan? Do I really have to?"
"Yes," she half dragged him and plopped him down on the inside of the booth so he didn't run.
"Hi," I lowered the menu, trying to maintain a friendly attitude instead of flinging myself at him, in a bear hug.
The shock on his face was plain in sight before he clutched Sqaishey and his face was masked with spite and protectiveness.
"Squid," his voice was cool, and emotionless.
