𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻// adam stanheight//saw (finished!!)

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"invading MY privacy, when she literally doesn't know shit!" adam spoke to himself loudly.

"MY FUCKING PRIVACY!" he yelled, throwing his shoe at the wall to release his anger.

adam sat down on the floor to think to himself.

"i'm a mess." he whispered.

then a knock approached his door once again.

"ugh." adam said to himself before getting up.

adam stepped toward his door to look through the peephole, and what do you know? it was casey.

"what?" adam said through the door.

"look, i just want you to know that i'm actually sorry and i never meant for what i said to get to you." casey apologized sadly.

adam rolled his eyes, but opened the door to face her.

"why?" adam asked.

"why what?"

"why're you sorry?"

"because i can be?" casey replied in a questioning tone.

"but you don't have to be."

"but i am." casey told him.

adam said nothing.

"because i just want you to know that i care about you and what you went through." she blurted.

adam grinned to himself.

"and i feel really bad. and no, i don't get it. but im here." casey shrugged and said.

"mkay." adam replied, moving over to let casey come in.

"heh, thanks.." casey whispered.

casey stepped through the door and looked around with a weird expression on her face.

"ugh, whats that smell?" casey finally said.

"what?" adam said.

"what is that?!" casey plugged her nose quickly.

adam looked around and could also smell it.

he then searched around and under things to check where the smell could be coming from.

but casey began snooping around.

"ew, adam, is this lube?" casey wheedled.

"hey! stop- going through my stuff!" adam approached her, snatching the bottle of lube out of her hands.

"you're such a loser." casey laughed at him.

but adam rolled his eyes and continued to search around for the smell.

"oh fuck-" casey blurted suddenly.

adam turned his head to see what'd she seen or done.

"what?" adam asked.

"i found a dead mouse or something-" casey gagged.

adam jumped up to run toward her.

he looked down to see a dead mouse like she'd said.

"gross." adam whispered. 

then he picked it up.

"ew why're you touching it?" casey exclaimed.

"somebody's gotta pick it up!"

"not with your hands, weirdo!" casey mocked.

but adam ignored her and continued to carry the dead mouse on his way out the door to throw it outside.