True's POV
When I woke up I was still in my clothes from the day before. I looked around and sat up.
I was in Abel's bed.
I sat up and looked around. I didn't see him so I decided to get my things and go.
I slipped my shoes on and opened the front door and when I did...
"True."
There he was.
"Hey."
I ran my hand across the back of my neck and bite my lip.
"Where you going?"
"Just going...um..I-"
"Why are you nervous?" He laughed.
"How do you know I'm nervous?"
"You bite your lips like that when you're nervous. So what are you nervous about?"
"Nothing y-you just scared me."
"Now you're stuttering."
"N-no."
"Yes, you are."
"F-f-fuck you."
I walked past him and he grabbed my hand.
"Where you going?"
"To my own room abel."
"True why are running from me like you didn't come banging on my door in the middle of the night."
"I came he- " I cleared my throat and flipped my hair.
"I know what I did. Ain't no one running from you. You don't scare me."
"I know that I do."
I laughed and yanked away from him.
"Cut the shit, baby boy."
He pulled me to him by my waist.
He had a deep morning voice going on.
"Nah wait."
"Wait what?" I said with attitude. I looked up at him.
"I don't want you to go. Come on."
"You don't want me t..."
"No I don't. I meant what I told you the other day. It's nice being around someone who doesn't want anything from me. I'm not usually that straightforward with things like this, but like you said, I'm gonna cut the shit."
