When It Snows In Summer

Breaking Up isn't an Option

Honesty

noun

1. honesty, honestness the quality of being honest and truthful

I tugged my hair behind my ear for the twentieth time. It was so quite. I went back home at the apartment but Wynter hasn't spoken to me in two days, I don't know what I have to do! He told me to be honest ok I did! So now he's ignoring me?

The fuck!?

He only goes to class, practice and comes home only to shut himself up in the room. There's no communication going on at all and its making me sick.

Last night I had to call Maeson, Tyson, and Brandii just to come to a conclusion of what the hell to do and they ALL had their suggestions;

Tyson:

"Dump the jerk, I never liked him anyways. I know you love him but if he's going to be a hypocrite about the situation kick his ass to the curb...Gotta go, going out tonight with Colter, later babe.

Maeson:

We're getting a break soon. Whoop his ass and when I get there I'll give him part 2.

*Hangs Up*

Brandii:

Girl, I think y'all should talk about that bullshit. It's too much drama. What they do on Full House? They fuck up, talk and, hug and shit then eat 'round the table again. But call me if you need me hun..

Ok so Brandii's seemed the most reasonable even with the Full House reference.

When Wynter found out at the Hospital he stormed out the room and I found him home later and that was when the silent treatment began.

Troye just gave me the flower then dipped without saying anything. Probably already noticing the situation was bad and for now it was best to just leave. Sighhhh, I'm at home and believe it or not, Wynter is too. He's just in the room pouting while I'm in the living room.

I get up and head to the bedroom so I can at least try to talk to Wynter with out him acting like a child.

"Wynter" I knocked at our bedroom door.

No response

"Wynter, we need to talk about this. Please open the door." He still doesn't answer, wow he's acting like how I was when I got my first period. "Wyn-" I began trying to open the door but it's locked and my jaw drops. We do not lock doors unless its the bathroom up in here.

Does he not know me? Oh I see, he think shit isn't bout to get turnt.

"Wynter if you don't open this door in three seconds I'm gonna get the knife, open this door and it won't be good for you.

1.."

I turn to start my walk to the kitchen

"2.."

Door is still not open, he's testing my limits and that will only just lead to homicide. I tie my hair up quickly. Fix it Jesus.

"3" I go to the kitchen and grab the knife but when I come back, the door flies open revealing a very upset Wynter. I hide my smirk cause he looks kinda sexy while he's mad, he didn't have a shirt on revealing his six pack that was slowly but surely turning into eight and his sweats hung low on his hips giving a peak at his love handles. I threw the knife to the side. "What?" He says with an attitide and I looked around to see if he was talking to me.

"What? Whatchu mean What? You haven't spoken words to me in fucking 48 hours and all you to say to me is what?"

"Well you ain't call me when you went prowling on the town with Mr. Teacher." Why the hell did he have to go there.