She's Mine (IHAS?! One-shot)

Mine

"Loneliness is addictive"

Rohan's POV

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Instagram is such a waste of time, I thought to myself, as I scrolled through unnecessary posts of unnecessary humans. Trust me when I say it wasn't my idea to make an account.

Actually, every social networking site is a waste. What's there to like in them? Pictures? Relationship statuses? Watching-a-movie statuses? Nah. Not my thing. Oh, and that moment when you see girls posing with twitched pig-like faces for a Selfie. I wonder how they even manage to click a good-looking photo with that deshaped mouth. No offense, I am a guy. Things like that sure irritate me.

I tossed my phone, put my hands behind my head as a support, and closed my eyes.

One thing. There was only one thing I could see. That thing, supposedly was a person. No wonder it was a female.

You know those times when you are absolutely clueless about what's happening exactly, and try to shut that brain of yours for confusing you more? It's that moment when you want to jump into Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games and start running alongside Katniss. That's how I was feeling at that moment. Clueless, surprised, and angry. Clueless because I wasn't sure what to believe. How to believe. The person from whom those words were oozing out from, was my friend. Was.

Heh. Imagine this. You, the most anti-social human in the world, meets a guy. This guy actually makes an effort to talk to you, because you are his roommate, and brings you out of your lonely world. You are overwhelmed, excessively overwhelmed, and decide to consider that person as your Best friend, brother, everything. A few months you spend happily with him and then comes the cyclone!

This guy tells you that he is a girl.

WHERE ARE YOU, AUGUSTUS WATERS? CAN I DIE WITH YOU?

Washed away, were all those buddy-boo-boo moments we spent together. Gone were those hot-to-hit-chica memories.

Even the word betrayal seemed to betray poor me.

Maybe I was over exaggerating, but, try walking in my torn old shoes. You get the picture, right?

The only person you consider a friend, tells you the root thing after months of friendship. Absolutely wonderful.

If you ask me what I felt at that moment, I'd say I was betrayed and lied to by my only friend.

Well, everyone has a story. You, me, Katniss Everdeen, Hazel Grace and Uthra. This specific realisation took place too late for me. Like I had my own reasons to be excessively moody, she had her reasons too. I'll always be glad she atleast trusted me enough to tell me about that. I have never been someone to forgive so easily. But with her, it was different. I did take time, effort to forgive her, but it happened fast. Maybe I missed her presence way too much to actually stay away that long.

I had returned to her with the no-matter-what-we'll-be-bestfriends attitude. But you see, hormones are never in control. The more I thought about it, more the close moments we spent together kept running in my mind. I could understand how she would have felt. It was not like we had only spent a few moments together. We were roomates. Her discomfort level must've been high.

I won't say I felt any kind of butterflies even after I knew she was a girl, and stayed together. But I'd say that there were these times when I would realize that this was the closest I had ever gotten to a girl. And ever cared about someone so much.