𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍 |-/ austler (texting)

fourty four.

"you did WHAT?" cray shouted flapping her hands in the breakfast table, making her apple juice pour a little out.

"i told him to fuck off." chandler answered taking a look at his nails.

"i don't get it."

"it's simple, i opened the door and he passed through it." he said ironically.

"but- it just don't make any sense!"

"well..." he started while grabbing a piece of bread and bringing it to his mouth. "i just realized i didn't want it as much as i thought i did."

cray stood staring at him deep in the eyes, til he gets uncomfortable with that. "what?"

"you're lying. you're definitely lying."

"i'm not." he said bitchly as always.

"i can see it."

"how?"

"right here" she pointed two fingers to his eyes, chandler rolled them. "you nasty bitch... you're afraid!" she concluded gasping.

"what? no, i'm not! what should i be afraid of?"

"you're afraid because all your relationships end after the sex. you don't want it to end."

chandler giggled trying to sound ironical but deep down he was nervous cray was right.

"you're just so into him you can't give him what he wants because you're afraid he'll leave after getting it. like you do!"

"psss, shut up!" he stands up turning around and taking his dirty dishes to the sink, starting to wash it. cray couldn't see from behind but he had a skittish facial expression.