A/N: BORED SO WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER. THANKS FOR THE READS AND SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE.
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How did it get so heated last night? I wonder. Must've been all in the moment I guess. I dunno if I got feelings for him though, but I think he likes me.
He's sitting next to me on the couch, flicking through the channels even though there's old reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and Tom and Jerry's on, he likes Tom and Jerry. I wonder what he's thinking, is he confused?
'So, Tom, how are you feeling? Since last night,' I sort of question him.
He doesnt turn over and look at me back, 'I'm a bit confused.'
'Me too. What about?' We're making small talk.
'If I love her or not. If I've loved her all along or not.' He settles for Fresh Prince. 'And you?'
'I'm confused on wether I like him as a friend, or more. Me and this guy have known eachother for years, obviously, and then he kissed me last night, but he said it was out of pain for his ex, so I'm a little lost there,' I admit.
'Well he lied, it's not out of pain for his ex, it's out of pain for not having you,' he says, that flirt.
I whack him with a cushion, 'Well played, Tank Engine.' I call his Tank Engine because his first names actually Thomas, so like Thomas the Tank Engine, geddit?
'Hey, dont call me that, I hate it!"
