Dreamer☀️ {Completed}

5.⛅️

"I wish I knew how to quit you." - Brokeback mountain
*WATCH THIS MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN'T GUYS I SWEAR TO YOU*

"Your closet is a mess," he mumbles, slamming my closet door shut with a slight smirk expanding on his face.

"My life is a mess, what else is new?" I grumble back, bouncing onto my bed with a grin of my own coming into my face. I grabbed the folder and notebook, sighing my displeasure out about this whole stupid project.

"Let's just get one thing clear, we're not doing a poster on each other. Those are always the shittiest projects," he announces in a firm tone and I nod my head in agreement.

"We should do unique projects about each other instead," he queries, his green eyes hesitantly trailing up my face and I take my lip between my teeth.

"Well, what do you think we should do instead?" My eyebrow raises at him and he smiles again.

"We should surprise each other," he has a secretive look on his face and I can tell he's planning and thinking with that brain of his. He was always the thinker of the group.

I nod my head, pulling out the answer sheet we're supposed to answer the questions on and I groan.

1. What's your partner's favorite junk food?

2. What's your favorite thing about your partner?

3. What do you dislike most about your partner?

4. Does your partner care what people think of them?

5. What do you think of your partner?

I slam my notebook hard. These questions. These stupid questions were absolute shit. How the hell were they suppose to help us figure out if our partner was a dreamer or a realist? How was this-

"Shut the hell up. I can hear your thoughts from here, so just shut up. Answer your questions and shut up," he ordered, not even glancing up at me and I gasped.

He raised his hand up at me again when I opened my mouth to speak and continued writing his answers sloppily while I clenched my mouth together.

1. Chocolate covered donuts with the little sprinkles on them.

2. His stupid grin.

3. His rude mouth.

4. He cares what one person thinks of him.

5. I think he's the most annoying but lovely man to ever exist. I didn't deserve his friendship then and still don't.

Finishing my questions, I glance up and see him watching me intently. Those piercing eyes flicker down almost immediately and he scribbles his down his answer to the last question.

"Speak now. I don't have to try and concentrate over your annoying voice," he mumbles again absentmindedly, his fingers closing the notebook and his arm muscles flexing as he stretches.

"Your writing is still like shit," I say simply, clasping my own fingers together and patiently waiting for his response. Agitating him is fun now. It's always been our favorite thing to do so why stop now.

"And your personality is shit, what else is new?" he mocks me in a high pitched voice, letting his intimidating glare fall onto my face again.

Sighing, I lay back into my bed. My mess of stuffed animal greets me and out the corner of his eye, I see him picking one up with a grin.