"Hey! Where have you been?" Bo asked as I stepped through the door, I took off my shoes, and hung them on the coat hanger, ( so they won't get dirty) shutting the door behind me.
"With Rae." I answered. He raised his eyebrow as he paused his X-box game.
"Who?"
"Rae-that girl that sang-with the red hair." I tossed my phone on the coffee table.
"Oh! The hot chick that sang the song about pancakes? How'd that go?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Nothing like that Happened!" I rolled my eyes at the perverted thoughts, "but yeah, it was really fun, she is actually really cool."
He turned off the counsel, walking toward the kitchen, he smirked, "So are you gonna see her again?" He asked, pulling the carton of milk out of the fridge.
"Yeah, tomorrow actually, at 12:14." He rose an eyebrow, "That's a weird time." He said, unscrewing the cap if the milk, bringing his lips to a pucker as he gulped down the milk from the carton.
"It's a long story." I laughed, turning on my heel to my bedroom, "Night, Bo!" I shouted, earning a, "Night!" From him.
I placed my bow-tie on my shelf, peeling off my clothes, pulling on my pajama pants, I climbed into bed, letting sleep take over me.
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The smell of freshly brewed coffee slapped my in the face as I walked into the kitchen around 8:16 the next morning.
"Morning." Bo greeted, taking a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.
I nodded in response, pouring myself coffee.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked, he shrugged, Staring at his iPhone.
I gulped down my coffee at the awkward situation at hand-I didn't like it.
I shuffled to my room, turning on the shower as I fetched a towel, I returned to a room full of steam.
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The water hit my skin with a pang, my pores opening to absorb the steam at as I sat under the shower, my arms wrapped around my knees.
I do this thing, I take a shower, and end up being in the shower for about a hour and a half-maybe even two. Just thinking. About random things that I tell myself I will research later.
(I never do)
After I was sure the conditioner was fully washed out of my hair, I wrapped a towel around my waist, letting the steam escape as I cracked the small window
I could hear Bo humming an 80's song which (I guess-judging by the air-guitar) is pretty epic.
I looked at the time on my iPhone, it was now 9:23; oh cool.
I walked into the living room fully clothed, slumping on the couch next to Bo, who was staring at a blank television, his jaw clenched.
"You okay, Bo?" I asked, I already knew the answer.
You see- Bo has extreme trust issues, and he never lets any female figure get close to him. But; about five months ago, he let himself fall for a girl who he thought was 'the one'-big mistake.
So now, he will have little flash backs and mood swings, thinking about her. So, this (I'm guessing) is one of those.
"It all my fault." He said, barely above a whisper.
"Bo." I scolded. He rolled his eyes.
"No! You don't get it!" He pounded his fist against the wood of the coffee table, making my keys jiggle, "You don't get what it's like, to be so scared, and not let anyone in, and then once you let them in, BOOM! They are gone. Once you let them in, you second guess yourself, 'I made a big mistake, I shouldn't trust then. They will hurt me.' And boom, you push them away, then they leave." He hung his head low between his knees.
