"Hey, Ronaldo, buddy, y'know where my hat is?"
Ronaldo glanced up from his computer to the blonde idiot standing in his doorway. He looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed, which was probably the case. His uniform was wrinkled, and the bags under his eyes were very prominent. Overall, Charles looked like shit.
"I'm not responsible for your things," Ronaldo sighed. "If it's lost, it's on you. You know I don't touch any of your belongings."
Charles gave an annoyed grunt and retreated to another area of the apartment to look for his hat. Curious, Ronaldo checked the time. He smiled to himself. He mused, with a chuckle, "You were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago."
"Shut up," Charles called. Ronaldo assumed he was yelling from the living room. Relaxing on his bed, Ronaldo continued his work.
Charles popped his head back into the room. His hat sat on the messy bird's nest he called hair. "Hey..." he started, trailing off. "... Could you call my phone? I put it down and I can't find it-"
Ronaldo rolled his eyes. Wordlessly, he took his own phone out and called Charles'. As soon as he heard ringing, Charles rushed out of the room.
There was a short pause, and then a loud "I got it!"
Ronaldo watched Charles skid down the hall and almost trip. "See ya!" Charles yelled. With the slam of a door, he was gone.
The lone man relaxed on his bed, adjusted his glasses, and got back to work.
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A/N: Wow, I haven't been on Wattpad for a while. I'll write chapters as often as I can, and feedback is always appreciated. Till next time!
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