yes, again

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as i walked into the house i could hear my sister arguing on the phone, she was in the living room so i couldn't get past without her stopping me. so instead i listened to her side of the argument.

"how could you even say that to her? i have you given everything and you told her? what is wrong with you?" she yelled into the phone, she stopped as if she was letting the other person speak.

"you know what! i'm sick and tired of your games, don't ever talk to me AGAIN!" she hung up and and tossed her phone on the couch next to her.

"what was all that about?" i asked as i walked through the living room entrance.

"what? oh nothing, just a friend from school." she blankly stated, flipping channel to channel. i glared at her before heading up to my room. i tripped over boxes that were left in the hallway. when i entered my room i realized it was 5:56 and that omar was coming over soon. great. with my sister here, she was probably going to bother us or assume we were doing other things than math homework. oh well, wasn't much i could do about it.

the door bell rang all throughout the house as i dashed down the stairs, hopping to get to the door before my sister did. but i of course didn't, and by the time i made it down the stairs, she was practically flirting with him.

"so what's your favorite color?" she asked as she twirled her hair, leaning against the door frame. i rolled my eyes and pushed her out of the way telling her to shove it, omar giggled and followed me upstairs to my room.

"okay so," i hopped onto my bed, watching omar stumble over boxes, "what do you need help on?" i asked him, opening up my math book.

"well," he made his way to my bed and opened his book as well, "i don't really know what it's called, but i'll show you." i nodded as he searched for the page.

i was really simple stuff but he didn't seem to understand, no matter how many times i explained it to him. he wasn't dumb or stupid, math was a difficult subject and i wanted to help him understand it. i didn't know why but i really cared for omar, i had this feeling that i had never really felt before for someone, but i wasn't sure what it was called.

"oh my gosh, these are all right! i think you finally got it, omar! you did it i'm so proud of you!" i smiled as i looked over his practice i had written for him. but he didn't seem as delighted i as did.

"what's wrong?" i asked, putting my hand on his lap for comfort.

"well i just don't feel like i did the work. i mean, you had to help me understand... i just feel stupid is all." he ran his hands through his hair, looking down.

"your not stupid, it's just you had a little trouble with this specific type of math. i don't alway understand something's." i replied back, trying to make him feel better. but before he could say anything, we were interrupted by the sound of thunder crashing. i hated the rain.

"damn." omar sighed as he looked out my window. i could tell he hated the rain as well.

"do you hate the rain?" i smirked.

"yeah, it makes me think the worst." he scratched the back of his neck as if he was embarrassed.

"it's okay," i told him, playfully patting his head, "i hate it to." i smiled and debated whether or not i should let him stay. i didn't want to make him go through this storm. after all, i knew what it was like to be afraid of thunder storms.

"do you want to stay?" i had finally gotten the courage to ask him.

"what?" he looked up and looked at me like i was crazy.

"well i wouldn't want you walking home in this storm." i responded.

"no i don't want to invade on your home like that, it wouldn-"

"oh shut up, your not invading! i'm asking you to stay... with me." did i really just say that? "with me" oh my GOD, i'm in some deep shit now.

"okay, okay sorry." he chuckled.

we talked for most of the night until we had fallen asleep. we made a bet to see who would crash first, but i don't really remember much. all i knew was that omar and i had a great time, he had made me feel safe during a time i felt the most unsafe. i liked him... as a friend.

damn celeste our here friend zoning smh
also zendaya is how i picture celeste looking lol
soo yeah;)

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