vh1 and I pounced on each other after not seeing each other for the entire week. GREAT fun! We watched a movie and then went to sleep.
Around 4 in the morning, I woke up and he was not in the bed.
Why!!!! Did I go in the living room and he was in there on the phone! At 4 in the morning! Talking on his fucken cellphone!
I went off like the crazy lady. It was a hot damn mess. I was crazy!
I walked in the living room like "You know what Vh1 Fuck you! We just finished fuckin and you in here on the phone with some other bitch!"
I was going the hell off. He was just looking at me...stunned. like he didn't know what to do.
He was like "I'm on the phone with my friend."
I was like "Fuck you and your frined. ! I'm done!"
I was furious! My stomach was bubbling and ached. I was about to cry. My chest hurt...my heart felt like it was going to fall on the floor.
He just sat there looking at me like he was about to cry. Not saying anything.
So I went in the bathroom to calm my self. I looked at me in the mirror and counted down from 10.
When I came back out he was completely dressed, I was like "you leaving!"
He was like "yeah."
I was like "fuck it. Do what ever you want to do."
He was like "What! You want to talk first and then I leave?"
I was like "You know what. I don't care." My voice was shakey.
He said. "What do you want!?!"
I say "I don't want you to leave!"
He drops his bag on the floor and sits on the couch.
I stand in the hallway door way.
His phone rings. He looks at it and shakes his head.
The ringing angered me. I get up and go in my room. I turn on the tv. I'd rather watch the fucken olympics than deal with this right now. I don't cry. I bite myself. Telling myself that this was my own fault.
I can hear his phone ringing in that horrible ringtone. I want to throw the phone out the window.
After about thirty minutes. I go back in there and I say "Ok? so now what?"
He says "NOTHING!" Which, he never ever talks to me like that. So you know my punk self filled up with tears about to cry. I say "Nothing? really?!"
He says "I was talking on the phone in the bed right next to you....but I was loud so I came in here cause I didn't want to wake you up."
I say "to a bitch"
He says"To my friend. that called me cause my other friend got shot"
I felt like an asshole.
I didn't sleep. I don't think he did either.
Around 8 MY wakes up. She says good morning to me, then goes in the livingroom with Vh1. I can hear the two of them laughing.
I hear him make her a bowl of cereal.
I hear her making up"thank you vh1" song.
He stayed in the living room and I stayed in mybed room.
I went in there and I was like "What are you watching?" Without even looking at me he says "ATL!"
I was like. "ok." I sit down and started watching it with him.
After like half of the movie. I say....
"I am so sorry. You have to see what it looks like to me though. I wake up and you're in another room whispering on the phone to someone else."
He was like "Ok, I understand that.... but why did you have to come at me like that? You really think I would do something so shady to you?"
I was like "Men do it everyday."
He was like "You are so important to me. I would never do anything to hurt you or make you feel decieved."
I felt like the biggest asshole.
He was looking all disappointed in me like he was about to cry. I was feeling so sad that I was about to cry... It was sad.
He was like "I care too much about you to do anything like that to you." He was looking like he was gone cry any second cause his friends kept calling him back to back to talk about the friend that died.
I went and sat next to him was like "Don't be mad at me." He didn't say anything. so I wrapped my arms around him and was squeezin him real tight and I was like "don't be mad at me." he wouldnt say nothing... so this went on for like 10 minutes. I was crying. like a punk. then finally he was like. "I'm not mad. I'm just thinking about what kind of person you think I am."
That made me feel even worst.