As much as I hate to admit it, I kinda... like fighting with Ryan. As if there's some spark that's allowing us to stay friends even after all the terrible things we've said. I grabbed my phone again and sent him one text:
Good night
He didn't reply so I figured he was still mad. After waiting a few more minutes for him to text back I went to my room and laid down. I couldn't sleep as our argument replayed itself in my head. With every sentence I felt better, anxious to see him again... but why? Now I was trying to drain the memories out. I was tossing and turning all night and barely got any sleep.
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confused (Boyxboy)
Short Story"Max I..." he said before I cut him off. "You're what? Sorry? And let me guess: it won't happen again!" I yelled in a mocking voice. " max Wait!" As much as I hate to admit it, I kinda...like fighting with Ryan.
