indie
I’m so sorry. do you want me to ask my brother if you can come crash with us?
me
no. I know your place is tiny. I’m just looking for someone to complain to.
indie
complain away.
me
he made me eggs this morning. could be worse.
indie
wait
he MADE you EGGS
me
don't
indie
mollie
me
please don't
indie
the man made you EGGS
me
yeah, but then he rushed out of here looking all date-ready
and he told me not to wait up
indie
that sucks. it does seem like he’s trying though.
me
I guess.
Thorne is my brother's teammate. And temporarily, my roommate. That's all. I shouldn’t care whether he goes about his fuckboy life while I’m crashing at his place. I have no right to feel the twinge of jealousy that I do.
The thing is that he made me eggs. He ordered my creamer. He opened the car door. He reinforced my aerial silks without asking.
He acts like he hates me, he rejected me, but then he takes care of me. How should I feel about this?
Chapter Six
