Thwaites & Thompson

What Frustration?

Thompson

Once I reached this specific memory, I didn't try to stop my mind from replaying every single moment of it. I yearned to live it all over again, if even in my head...

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Thwaites

My chest wasn't falling with ease, it was stiff, hardened...

I hated waiting for her.
Sometimes I think to myself; what if she decides she's staying in her room tonight?
Other times I think; what would happen if she moves out?

I got to my feet and started pacing in my room, thinking of how I've been acting lately...

Somewhat, my actions took Tess for an axis to rotate about...

I rubbed the back of my head hard and then I seated myself down on the edge of the bed.

I knew exactly how I've been acting lately...

I hear her faint knocks on my door and my heart flutters.

I get to my feet and then I frown to myself.

The fuck are you up for?
Are you going to get the door for her?!

I instantly sit back down.

"Come in..." I spoke in a casual tone.

She gets the door opened and then she comes in view.

She was dressed in a loose white T-shirt with a pair of shorts that barely appeared from under her shirt.

Her hair was slightly damp, but all the colors were washed off.

She walks to me with a flushed face and my jaw slightly hangs when she walks so close to me and then she lowers herself on my lap...

I intuitively place a hand on her back and then I feel myself tense up.

"I'm not heavy, am I?" She bit her lower lip worriedly and I abruptly shook my head.

She chuckles and then she instantly gets off of me and sits beside me.

I gulped, slowly turning my head to glance at her.

Oh god, I probably looked silly to her.

Get a grip man!

I cleared my throat and sighed mutely, begging my body to relax.

"Why do you hate it when someone kisses you on the cheek?" She asks with a soft tone and I frown a little.

"Because-because it feels like I'm a child and you're trying to condescend me. I don't like that..."
"It doesn't feel good either."
"It feels stupid..." I speak all at once, stammering, blinking, and shaking my head.

I look away when her eyebrows shoot and she cups her mouth trying to stop herself from laughing.

"Yeah..." I get to my feet and walk away from her.

I hate this!
If she laughs at me, I'm lecturing her ass!
She's being very impolite...

And gosh I'm being such a child...

I stretch down on my side of my bed and fold an arm over my eyes.

The bed rocks under her weight and when I feel her inch closer, I peak at her from under my arm.

She was laying on her back with her head turned towards me and her short hair fanned on the pillow above her.

She suppressed her amusement by pursing her lips.