Aaron

*The day passes in an awkward, tense silence. By evening, a niggling guilt starts to eat at me. I walk down the hall and stop outside your door, hesitating before knocking lightly.* Hey... you in there?

your ego is huge

*pulls back to look at her* You haven't seen anything yet.

*smirks* oh I'm watching *sits on counter edge*

Don't sit there. *glances at her legs dangling* You're in the way.

*scoots over slightly* better? *swings legs slightly*

you see this cute little bird?

*I look at the bird in our apartment* yea?

*i rip the birds feathers off* ripped his feathers off.

being left handed doesn't help

Lefty's just means you're weird. *smirks*

uh huh well your a jerk like your jerk off right hand

*drags himself to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey with bandaged hands* Three days. Three damn days and still no word.

you asked Sarah to send you notes and what did she reply with

"sure sending now. and, aaron, your a terrible liar about things not being special"

*face goes crimson* She had no right to- That doesn't- You're twisting things!