beach boy

one hundred twenty-nine

i was mad at troye, why, you ask? i dont know, but i had this very intense stared that i gave him as we sat at the table eating our mac and cheese

he would take small bites and push his food around, and every once in a while and look up at me to see if i was still watching him.

but he was hesitant, and kind of scared, i had that effect on people if i wanted to.

"jake stop staring at me"

"staring? im not staring at you"

i knew i was staring

he got up and cleaned up his stuff, then went upstairs