ANDRE
I think I am in love.
No, I don't think, I know. Problem? The person I am in love with can never look at me like that. It doesn't matter how I show up to him, he is set to see me as a friend.
Huffing, I throw the blanket away from my bed and sit up on the bed. I am not in my room again, like always. When was the last time I actually slept in my room?
Why would I even go there if I can sleep next to him and pretend that we fucked all night, and him being next to me is because he wants to make sure I am okay?
"Good, you are awake."
Here comes the love of my life.
"Thank you," I mumble, taking the bowl of porridge and sitting up, ready to take my breakfast. He always makes me food, from breakfast to dinner. I claim I don't know how to cook, and yet I do. Only, he doesn't need to know that when he can make me food and feed me all the time.
"So why are you outing?" Zein asks as he sits on his desk, laptop open, as he starts working on his songs. "Is it not good?"
