"Do you want me to leave you alone?" I just shrugged my shoulders. She looked a little hurt, like I had just personally attacked her or something. She turned away, watching Heidi Montag argue with Spencer Pratt on the tv screen while eating a late night snack.
"Didn't they get married?"
"Yes."
"And didn't she just get seven surgeries or something?"
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes." We sat there a little bit longer in an awkward silence until she finally got up to go to bed.
"I love you," she said. "Goodnight."
"Night," I replied.
I was extremely exhausted and a bit irritated since I hadn't heard from him. I was thinking about Friday. Friday night was a disaster. We ended up going to one of my friend's house and smoking, and there was a lot of people I didn't know. He didn't stay either. I just wanted him to stay with me. We went to Waffle House so he could eat. "I wish we could have just hung out by ourselves." He just slowly nodded in agreement. He'd driven all the way out here, a 45-minute drive, all for nothing. After al this, I think I need alone time. Just for a while.
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