letting go

TEXT MESSAGES

''which wall do you want me to paint black again''Tyler says from behind me while I'm painting the other wall black.

''the one opposite the closet door'' i say annoyed.

''oops'' he says from behind me.

i turn to see that the whole wall  is painted white when it was supposed to be black.why must everything go wrong.

''okay its fine i like it everything's okay'' i say more to myself then to him.

''why aren't you getting mad'' he says looking at me.

''did you want me to scream at you ? '' i say confused.

''no but any normal person would've been pissed'' he says.

''i don't get mad '' i respond.

it is true but i don't like getting mad or sad so i prefer to be happy the majority of the time.its better to smile than cry.

''bullshit your pissed'' he responded chuckling.i rolled my eyes.

''cause you know how i feel right now'' i say turning around and continuing to paint.

i felt his hands snake around my wrist and he turned me around.he then rose the paint brush and wiped it across my face.i touched my face to see white paint all over my hand.he just painted my face that bum ! i took the paint roller and when he turned around i got him .he screamed and then he pulled his shirt off.

''i surrender lets call a truce '' he said waving his shirt above his head.

''you started and its not even a white shirt'' i say laughing.

he walks up to me and holds my hands behind me.he took a strand of hair that fell out of my very short ponytail and pushed it behind my ear.my breathing hitches and he grins hes satisfied i could tell and i hate that.we stand there wrapped in each others arms.he stands there looking into my eyes and i wait for one of us to speak.

''i don't believe for one second that your just zen or some shit i can see in your eyes that your pissed'' he says finally.

''i just don't get mad its not a bad thing it just doesn't happen that easily'' i say shrugging.

''or you don't allow yourself to get mad and that could only be for one reason,your scared what you'll do''.

''nope it just doesn't work for me''

''bullshit'' he repeats letting go of me while shaking his head.

''why bullshit why not horse shit ?''

''did you seriously just ask me that? he says shaking his head.''only you''.

''i think the paint is almost done drying wanna go grab something'' i say stepping back.

''um yea that's cool'' he says shrugging.

we walk into the kitchen and i grab sandwiches that i made earlier for myself just in case.i really don't know what happened back there and ill do anything not to have that happen again.i want nothing to do with this boy.

''question'' i say.''do you like snickers''.

''yes i do'' he said laughing.

''good ,i am about to reveal to you where my secret stash of snickers are and you will not speak of it or you'll die'' i say partially joking.

i go to the cabinet and pull out two snicker bars and hand one to him.i have trusted him with my secret.

''question?'' he says taking a bight out of his sandwich.''what type a guy do you think i am like appearance wise''.

''i don't like judging people by there appearance '' i say putting down my sandwich disgusted at the thought.

i hate people who judge people by the first sight .i know its a human thing to do and i try my best not to.its a stupid thing to do.

''of course you do'' he says mumbling and rolling his eyes.

''whats that supposed to mean'' i say sitting back.

''i mean look at you your like the definition of a good girl,you dress modest you probably get amazing grades and feed the homeless on Sundays,you don't get mad and always have that annoying smile on your stupid face'' he said grimacing.

''you don't know that i feed the homeless'' i say putting my head up.

''do you ?'' he asks annoyed.i nod yes its true.

''well your the definition of a bad boy,tattoos ,piercings,player,leather jacket shaggy hair,jerk face and never smiling'' i say feeling a little sorry.

'i smile '' he says scoffing.

''those smiles are so fake'' i say.

''so are yours'' .

''lies'' i respond.he got up and walked to me.

''you can put up those fake smiles with anyone else but me ,i can see right through you'' he says his face very close to mine.

''i think we should go back to the room'' i say getting up and walking back to my room.

it took three hours to to finish re-decorating my room.2 hours of that was spent on putting up that stupid bookshelf and the other hour was filled with me and Tyler screaming at each other.we both lay down on my bed and Tyler is still shirtless from me painting his shirt.

''you know if we just went along with the directions we could have just finished faster'' he said turning his head to me.

''im too boss for directions look we put it up anyways'' i say looking  over to the sturdy bookshelf blank of any books.

Tyler's phone beeps and he takes it out his pocket and starts texting someone.i close my eyes and immediately.

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Tyler's p.o.v

Tyler get your ass over to our flat right now -liam

why I'm having fun with goody two shoes over here-Tyler

if you hurt her so help me god i will kill you-liam

now how would i hurt her my dearest liam everything we're doing over here is harmless-Tyler

you and zayn better tell her before its too late-liam

to late for what my friend-Tyler

what if she falls for you-liam

then she falls what she wont get mad she doesn't get mad-Tyler

tell her-liam

good bye friend :-)-Tyler

this will be fun.

(AN: HELLO READERS I'M SORRY FOR THIS CHAPTER BEING SHORT BUT IT STILL REMAINS IMPORTANT AND CONTRIBUTES TO THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE WHOLE STORY I HOPE YOU GUYS ANALYZE THE FUCK OUT OF THOSE TEXT MESSAGES BETWEEN LIAM AND TYLER,ERIC BTW)