Awsten's pov:
"MOTHERFUCKER ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" I screamed, walking into Jawn's apartment. "FUCKING BITCH JUST LEAVING YOUR SHOES IN THE DOORWAY, FUCK."
I listened as Jawn's footsteps grew louder and louder until he appeared in front of me. "Hey Aws, thought I heard you come in."
"No bitch, you heard me almost die."
"Right, right," he threw his hands up in the air. "Not dramatic at all."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah whatever, so how was your day?"
"Fine, edited some stuff, took some senior pictures, the usual. Fuck man, what about you, you look like shit."
I glanced down at myself. Shit, right. I'd spilled coffee on myself earlier.
"Yeah, uh, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
Jawn nodded, "I'll be in the kitchen."
I walked into Jawn's bathroom. The soft curtains on his windows matching the shag rug in front of the shower. Jawn had a really nice apartment, he was blessed with being a good photographer so he could afford something like this.
Examining my face in the mirror I began to understand what Jawn meant. I had dark eye bags and my lips looked like they'd been torn to shreds.
Anxiety, I noted.
I needed to stop biting my lips.
I splashed some water on my face and dried it with a hand towel.
"Shitty day," I muttered, walking back into the kitchen where Jawn was eating chips.
"Want some?" He offered
I declined but after a couple minutes I gave in and ate a few.
"How was work," Jawn asked, staring straight forward absentmindedly, his lower back leaned against the countertop.
"Fine. I saw a cute guy today."
Jawn smirked, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," I ate another chip. "He said his name was Dallon. Pretty badass."
Jawn hummed thoughtfully.
"He was like so fucking good looking too," I added. "Tall, but not too tall. And he had this thick dark brown hair, OH AND HIS EYES, you could drown in them, I swear."
Jawn laughed, "It's easy to romanticize eyes, Aws."
"I know," I shrugged. "Whatever. You wanna go watch Netflix or something?"
"Sure," Jawn stood, reaching his arms up to stretch. "As long as it's not The Office again, I've watched that too many times with you."
I shrugged and folded the top of the bag of chips down, securing it with a clip. "Whatever." I muttered. But I knew we would end up watching The Office anyways. We always did.
Everything is always the same. Day after day after day. I was getting a little fucking sick of it all.
