I got into bed and scrolled mindlessly through instagram until my phone chimed telling me i got a text message. Its, her.
"I'm a psychopath? What the hell?" I just sighed and placed my phone down on my nightstand and fell asleep.
three days later
I scoffed and kept drinking my coffee while i look at the messages her and her freinds were bickering back and forth about, She forgot she gave me her password.
She's talking about how i'm crazy and a loser, and how she only dated me for fun, Out of boredom. I wasn't amused by any of this because i knew it wasn't true.
Oh well.
"Conan, I miss you" She stood at my door almost in tears. I laughed in her face.
"I'm sure you do, But im a crazy person right? And you dated me just for the fun? But here you are, Standing here, Desperate for my attention, And that's all ive given you! Attention! Yet i'm the crazy one, But i'm not the one running back to their ex asking for them again." She looked at her feet.
I came back in the house with a handful of chocolate and flowers, I know she's been feeling bum, so i just wanted to help her out.
"Here you go" I said handing them to her. "Um, Yeah thanks i guess" She looked back at her phone.
I left the party and got in the car seeing her crying, I held her in my arms as she hugged me back.
"I'm sorry" I whispered to her stroking her hair. She sniffles and sat back in her seat. "Can we go?" I nodded and drove her home.
"You should probably get back to your friends you know, Tell them that im crazy and a joke to you" I smiled at her. "Conan-"
"Nope, Save your words for your freinds okay? Okay" I closed my door and lazily walked back to my bed as a smile crept up on my face.
I did that.
