low-key / rarl

three

carl's pov

an hour. a whole hour went by and i was still outside his door, now sitting on the floor.

"why won't you just come inside?" he asked.

"because your disease is highly contagious" i sassed.

"i don't have a disease oh my god, carl."

carl?

not shrimp? or shortcake?

i decided it would be best to ignore talking about it.

"i'm not coming in" i said.

he got up and walked into the doorframe, "why?"

i looked up at him, "because you're annoying and screwed up."

"and why's that? you aren't giving reasons." ron asked, sincerely.

"why do you care so much? that bothers me" i said.

"okay, fair enough, squeek." ron sighed, looking down.

"don't call me that, giraffe." i replied.

"whatever. i was going to ask you to play video games, but hey. who cares?" ron said, walking back inside.

"by the way," he came back in the frame, "i'm sorry i'm screwed up, it's not like i had an abusive dad and terrible life or anything.."

and those words made me feel guilty for anything harsh i've said.