roia jean king
i sigh, rolling off of harrison's couch and onto his floor. i wiggle over towards him, leaning my head across his lap.
"you sure you're okay?"
"yes, ro. i'm fine. i understand that this is something she can't control. liz is a genuine person. there isn't a single bad bone in her body. the last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone. so i understand. i'm not angry, and i'm not upset. i'll be okay."
i pout, wiping under my eyes, sniffling slightly.
"that was beautiful."
he rolls his eyes, pushing my head off of his legs, causing my head to hit the floor. i pout as i rub my head and place it back onto his lap.
"i'm telling tom."
harrison laughs, throwing his head back and letting it fall on the back of his couch. a daunting feeling grows onto my chest.
"can...can i ask you something? and i really need you to be honest with me. don't try and spare my feelings."
"no tom doesn't secretly hate you deep down. and no, he won't grow to resent you."
i furrow my eyebrows, pouting up at him.
"how'd you kno-"
"because i know you roy sauce. and i know that it's been eating away at you more than it has before."
i sigh, turning my head on its side and harrison combs his fingers through my hair.
"even if he doesn't. do you?"
"what? why would i hate you? i have no reason to hate you. and i never will. doesn't matter that you ended up not having feelings for tom. you can't choose who you love. and i know that i'm not the most sentimental person towards you, but i do love you. and i just want what's best for you."
"i love you too harrison."
"oh don't get all soft on me now."
"wh- me? you said it first."
"doesn't mean you say it back."
"you're mean. i'm leaving" i pout, sitting up and turning back towards him.
"don't you have to get home to your brother?"
"yes, but that's not why i'm going to leave. i'm leaving because you're mean."
"oh you love me."
i roll my eyes, standing up and dusting my pants off.
"get a swiffer. what are you? a chinchilla? i didn't realize you needed to take dust baths."
"actually, it's for you, you rodent."
"i hate you."
"i love you too."
"oh so you get to say it but i can't?"
"it's my house. so yes."
"technically, it's yours and tom's."
"roia just get out. oh my god."
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i slam my front door to announce my presence and i kick my shoes off.
"matty! i'm home!"
he stumbles in from the hallway, paint all over his shirt and his hair and absolute mess.
"dude...what are you doing?" i chuckle walking closer to inspect my older brother.
"i'm trying to turn that old dresser into a new coffee table. but i...i'm not having a good time."
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paranoia // david dobrik
Fanfiction"what was the question? why'd you point at me?" "don't worry about it davey boy. it wasn't a big deal." "if it wasn't a big deal then why can't you tell me." "what do you take me for, davey? some kind of rule breaker?" ***** [COMPLETED]
