Love Ain't Right

The Signs

Ray-(sitting on your bed in his boxers)

You-(walks out the bathroom in a towel) why you still in here?

Ray-cause we need to talk

You-not now please

Ray-nah, what's with the bullshit lately?

You-what are you talking about? (going in the closet closing the door changing)

Ray-you have never, not changed in front of me

You-I can't change (in a hoodie and boy shorts and socks)

Ray-the sweaters

You-I wore tank tops all weekend

Ray-(looks at you)

You-what are you getting at?

Ray-nothing (putting on his pants)

You-what is it?

Ray-forget it, shit (stepping on something)

You-really? (picking it up putting it behind your back)

Ray-what is that?

You-nothing

Ray-give it to me

You-it's mine, no

Ray-whatever you're hiding from me imma find out

You-I'm not hiding anything

Ray-you're lying

You-get out

Ray-just tell me

You-tell you what? Just go.

Ray-(grabs his shirt) whatever (leaving)

You-(sits on the bed holding a box) ugh

Your Thoughts-just take it, shit.

You-(goes in the bathroom and takes it)

10 Minutes Later

You-(crying) fuck man

Your Thoughts-my dad is gonna kill me. What the fuck my life is over. I'm not telling him shit.

You-(throws it in the trash and ties the bag going downstairs)

Ray-where you going?

You-trash

Ray-for that little bag

You-yes (going outside) ugh (throwing it in the trash) UGGHHHHHH!!!!!! (screaming, then goes back inside)

Ray-come here

You-what? (stopping at the foot of the stairs)

Ray-come here

You-I'm tired

Ray-hungry

You-no

Ray-still lying

You-(goes in the kitchen)

Ray-(follows you)

You-(making a sandwich)

Ray-you hate pickles

You-I want pickles. Shit.

Ray-mmhm, so your mom

You-what about her?

Ray-your dad said all the girls in her family craved pickles when they were... Pregnant

You-well good for them (looking at your food)

Ray-(rubs his face)

You-anything else (biting your sandwich looking at him)

Ray-nope

You-good (walking past him)

Ray-getting thick

You-your point, I like to eat (going to your room)

Your Thoughts-no he needs to drop this shit. Gosh why am I so stupid?

You-(turned to the side looking in the mirror with your hoodie up) why?