Habits

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"How in earth have you done that?!"

I jumped out of the small sofa and accidentally throw the game controller. I just can't believe Dylan beat the heck out of me in this fifa soccer game.

"Well, guess I better have the last slice of this." He laughs as he snatch the last remaining pizza on the box.

We've been playing video games at my room for atleast like an hour, we just order some pizza and chill while the rain outside keeps getting heavy.

"Yeah just take it. Besides you cheated on the game."
I playfully snudge him and he laughs off.

"Excuse you Thompson, I am a proffesional video gamer."

I watched as he confidently put his hands at the back of his head and lay straight across my small sofa, his body can't seem to fit in the furniture.

I can't help but find it cute.

"Screw you. You can't even beat me at the real soccer game."

I remember the last soccer game we had on P.E., he's a good player but I still beat their team's score during the game.

"That's not included! Its different!"
He says while his mouth was still full with pizza

"Its the same. Now get lost. Hahaha"

I seat back at his side and he adjusted enough space for me.

Were just talking and playing video games all day.

I'm kinda thankful for his company and I'm starting to feel attached. Not on a romantic way, but just attached to someone you can be completely yourself.

But there's no way I can feel that way.

Sometimes its just the best for us to be alone and quite isolated instead of being stab again.

I have some trust issues, I can say.

Before we even started playing video games, we had a somewhat 'meaningful' talk and it leaves me in awe once he dropped that words.

"Books are my escape to reality. Once I started reading, it eases me and brings me to the other world."
I explained as he questioned the stacks of books at the side of my bed.

"So you hate the reality? Well sometimes, we imagine too much that makes us different from the rest. But too much can led us away from reality, making us think that our life was just like a book. A written book from the writer's mind. You need to accept the reality no matter how cruel it is."

Once again, I can't help but think on how much his words hit me although I pretend to just agree on what he said. I hate my reality, my life to be exact.

And books with happy endings are full of shit.

"What's in your mind?"

I realized that I've been pondering while staring at the blank wall and I almost ignore his existence at my side.

"Nothing." I sighed and smile at him.

He's leaning his arms at the sofa we've been sitting while I sat there looking at him.

He smiles back and I can't help but to admire his face.

His lovely brown eyes, small freckles under her nose and his thin lips formed into a smirk.

Dylan was handsome, I can say.
He's so admirable and his small quirks are lovely.

What the actual fuck did I just think?