RoomMates

Caw-Caw Motherfucker!

A/N: I was writing poetry just before writing this and all of a sudden I couldn't seem to not rhyme. It just irked me for some reason whenever I didn't, so sorry if it gets annoying. My mind won't stop.
(Yes I know not all poetry rhymes but the piece I was writing did and it was sad so now this is sad)

Looking back on this authors note now, I realize that not even half of this rhymes and the only rhyming parts are the sad parts...heh

Love you guys, sorry I didn't update I'm trying to catch up on writing but I have no time. (Never thought I'd ever say that).

Matt's Pov
While Mark and Jack had our phones, Pewd's and Cry decided to do ask us some truths, since it was almost dinner time and we needed to edit this before tomorrow if we want sleep.  
So we did a few questions, and although most of them were stupid it was fun to just fuck around and chill for a bit.
    Even so, i was panicking on the inside. 'What ifs' filled my mind. Swirling around and making me even more nervous than before.
And as we answered more than enough, we waited for Mark and Jack to post a tweet as I impatiently stared,
every once in awhile glancing at Ryan, who was sitting beside me, awkwardly tapping his finger on his shorts.
But unlike the few other times, when I go to look I look a little closer, taking him all in. Tomorrow is Christmas. The jig is up, it all ends.
I won't see this face anymore. Hear his voice? never again. And yet once more the worry, anxiety, sadness is kicking in.
I can't help it sometimes. Thinking about what it would be like. Living in a world where I'm with him, instead of this nightmare, is impossible. I caused this to be my own hell.
I tripped, fell. Fell in love with Ryan Magee, and am now stuck in this well.
It's supposed to be festive, but it feels like the dead of night.
In this never-ending nightmare, never-ending fight.
I'll fighting with myself what is wrong, what is right?. All I can trust is my feelings, but those are the things that haunt me at night.
Unluckily, as I snap back to reality, I realize I was staring at him the whole time. He was staring back.
    Eye contact being kept. I feel my face heat up, as my heart speeds up. But the butterflies in my stomach, don't help the fact that I have nothing to say. So I freeze up, hoping the others would go away.
    Unfortunately, just to make things worse, I hear a shutter sound next to me, quickly turning my head to find the boys freaking out. They took a fucking picture of us.
    They're laughing their asses off while I feel like I'm dead inside.
    "There, posted it, here ya go Ryan". Fe hands him his phone, and he stared at it in shock. His mouth slightly open as I
lean over and see the tweet.

Isn't he just adorable?
*insert really cute photo here*

He scrolled down to the comments, people were freaking the fuck out. What were we going to tell them?. Would they not believe us if we told them it was them not us?. Would they be sad? I know I would be. Would they be mad? Happy? Not give two damns? I sure as hell didn't know. Heck, I didn't know how to react myself.
   A few seconds later Jack hands me mine, and I quickly unlock it with urgency, reading:
  
Who'd ever think that @ryanmagee would be a good kisser? Well ladies, lemme tell you. He is. You'll understand why I say that soon.

F U C K  M Y  L I F E .
My eyes widened at the sight. Although, it's very true, I couldn't actually say that.
The comments were going nuts. Most of them said stuff like 'HAHXICNDHUU' and mentioned Ryan's tweet.
    Sadly, I can't give any context due to the whole 'I can't do anything to it' thing involving it. "YOU FUCKERS!" I curse, causing Jack to burst out into laughter.
    I stood up, chasing Jack around the living room once before chasing him all the way upstairs and into his room. Where he slammed his door before I could get in.
   Funnily, a wonderful idea popped into my head, and I knew what I was gonna do.
    Thankfully I can act...well, at least good enough to fool him. "Fine, but I am going to get you back" I shout. I sound convincingly annoyed. I'm kinda proud.
    So with that, I quickly go to work. As quickly as I can, I try to be as quiet as I could I cover the doorway at the bottom of the stairs with tape (clear tape) all while the others ordered pizza in the kitchen.
    Finishing it off with placing a mouse trap in front of it before I place a hidden camera in the bathroom across the hall, and tiptoe downstairs.
    "What took you so long?" Ry asks as I sit back down on the chair beside him.
    "I may or may not have placed tape over the doorway at the top of the stairs". I was confident it was going to work.
    He lit up, smiling softly as he chuckled. Rolling his eyes, "it hasn't even been an hour and you're already getting payback?" "Hell yeah, the last thing we need is to encourage the people who listen to us" "true, there are some crazy fuckers". Agreeable. I nod.
The last thing I need is my secret revealed. After all this time, will he be disgusted?, feel the same?, will he hate me because I lied to him?. Would he be mad since I didn't tell him, and he knows almost every single secret I have?.
    But before my thoughts could go too deep I hear a strange yell come from upstairs, "MOTHER LOBSTER FOKER IN A MONKEY BUTT FOOKING CHRIST ON A BIKE". Jack.
    His Irish accent hardened up as we heard it nearly crystal clear from downstairs. All of a sudden the sight of  the most furious little leprechaun, came down the stairs with the camera I set up earlier in hand.
   He shot Ryan a glare, a look that could and would so kill him.
    "Karma's a bitch" Ry says with a shrug of his shoulders, he seems almost too calm for this situation.
    Even Mark laughed at the sight. Then again he laughs at pretty much everything. Strangely Jack then balled up his fist, mumbling curses under his breath as I sit satisfied next to Ryan, who chuckled at the sight of the slightly annoyed Jack.
    "Well, I think we got enough truths and dares!" Tom announces, making us high-five each other in accomplishment even though we still have to edit them.
   And after a good amount of time spent picking everything up, we edited the videos and went to bed around midnight.
And too think, this is the last day I can say I am not in love.