11 | adidas
4 months later.
"You're moving out?"
"Uh...hey."
"Hey."
"..."
"So are you?"
"Moving out? No, um, Vinay is...Vinay is actually moving in with me. He is on a delegation to Brazil so I said I would help him move in here."
"HOLY HERA--I mean, woah!"
"Yeah."
"Vinay?"
"Yes."
"Vinay, your just-friends-Vinay?"
"Memphis."
"That weirdass guy who creeps around the building all the time?"
"..."
"That horribly sweet and totally fake guy?"
"...Memphis!"
"I thought you said you weren't interested in him!"
"What does it even matter to you? And stop judging the guy. You haven't even met him."
"And I don't even want to."
"Neither do I want you too!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"..."
"And those new boxers look horrible on you!"
"Like I care what you think. Bleh."
"Well, bleh to you too."
***
I love writing this fic. So much. In my head, I can see a novel version and its fucking beautiful.
P.S. I will catch up with replying to all of your comments asap, kay?
Like pakka promise.
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Short Story"Why does it happen that whenever I meet you, you're in your boxers?" "Would you like me better without them?" "Eww no."
