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𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

I'm trying to add gifs but my laptop won't download the smh.

a few days later. 

Opening the bathroom door, steam rolled out of the bathroom. The towel was wrapped tightly around your body, another towel wrapped in your hair. Making a beeline to your room, you shut the door. You took off your towel, quickly slipping on your underwear as well as a sports bra. You then walked to your dresser, grabbing the oversized sweater, slipping it over your head. As you pulled your hair from under your sweater, you turned around, your eyes instantly connecting to a body in the opposing window. Your face went bright red, noticing his hand was up to cover his eyes, his other hand typing away on the computer in front of him. 

You quickly turned back to your dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama pants, slipping them on. When you turned back to see if he wasn't looking, he was now standing in front of the window, sticky notes being pressed onto it. He glanced over at you, his golden eyes connecting to your e/c ones before he went back to putting the notes on the window. You felt your heart race, the fact that half of his face was covered only made you feel more anxious. What is he thinking? 

The letter 'P' was made, making your eyebrows furrow. P? 

It felt like hours passed, you were walking back and forth, waiting as patiently as you could until he was done. You slowly peaked your head out your window, your jaw dropping when you read the word 'PERV.'  written with the sticky notes. You quickly grab the string to the blinds, pulling them so they instantly fell down. You lifted one of the blinds, peaking through to see he was standing there, just staring at your window. You jumped back, stomping over to the light switch and turning it off. I need to find a part time job before my classes start, I don't need him distracting me. 

You plopped on your bed, wrapping yourself in your blanket. The sound of white noise couldn't stop your head from roaming about all the embarrassment you've had the last few days, which made you feel like utter shit. You were never the one to want to be the center of attention, and it only made it worse when you were at the center of attention for doing something stupid.  

After pondering for thirty minutes, you stood up from your bed and went to your bookbag, pulling out the woad of sticky notes; making sure to turn the light on, you pulled the blinds back up and started sticking the yellow pieces of paper to the window. You couldn't help but laugh the whole time, hoping the male would understand the phrase you were currently putting on the window. 

Your eyes glanced over, noticing that he took the sticky notes off of his window and was no longer in the room. At least, you hoped he wasn't in there. You backed up, a content smile made its way on your face as you took a step back, 

REVERSE UNO. 

Carefully, you pulled the blinds back down, not wanting your parents to walk in and wonder what you were up to now. Or, yell at you for talking to a complete stranger through sticky notes on the window. They always taught you not to talk to strangers, but it was difficult to when the stranger started the conversation, and you refused to let him win. 

Ugh, this is so short but I promise I'm going to make them longer. Please don't hate me ://