"I can't believe you did that!" I yelled. "People know me! You could have at least asked me before making a video!" I paced up and down the living room.
"Look, I'm sorry, but you can't seriously be this mad, it wasn't that bad!"
I took a deep breath and huffed it out. "You now what?" I asked rehtorically. "Forget it." I said through gritted teeth as I held in my anger and stormed into my room, slamming the door shut.
"Wait, that's it?" I heard Troye ask.
An hour later I heard a knocking on my door.
"Come in."
"I've been sitting on the couch for the past hour with my laptop, waiting for you come running back out and finishing off your outburst." He smirked.
"What?"
"You looked furious earlier. Why did you just leave?" He asked, taking a seat at my desk chair.
"Because it's not worth getting angry about it. I'd rather let it go."
He scrunched his eyebrows. "But you didn't. You were obviously still angry about it."
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"Wasn't."
"Were."
"Troye!" I snapped. "I'm over it!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, sure looks like it." He mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Just leave." I sighed.
He stood up and began to walk out, stopping at the door. "I deleted the video." He said, leaving before I could respond.
Thanks.
Send.
No problem.
A small smile formed from my mouth.
Why'd you do it?
Send.
You were right. I should have asked you about it before I made the video. I'm sorry.
I sighed, feeling bad.
It's okay. I'm sorry for over reacting.
Send.
You didn't. I was in the wrong. :) I would have felt the same, it was probably one of the weirdest things that could have happened between room mates, and it's only the first week. :P
I smiled. He was right, in just a week he had seen Marissa stradling me, he heard her say out loud to sleep with him and he had seen me close to naked.
To a great year full of mistakes and more awkward moments. *Glasses clink*
Send.
Hahaha, cheers. I still don't really know you. When's your birthday? :)
And then began another six hours of talking online to the guy a few steps away. But no one wants to know about that. Just picture me smiling and laughing at the stories we told each other.
We could have had a proper conversation. But it was funner this way. Something about us not having any real human contact made our friendship a little more unique.
So is this our thing now? Talking over the interenet when we could get up and talk properly? :P
We could have a proper conversation. But which one of us is going to get out of bed and WALK?
Send.
Hahaha. You're right, I'm not willing to leave my bed for this.
I smiled.
As much as I'd love to hit the 7 hour mark, I need to get some sleep. Early class tomorrow.
