The Fooo Conspiracy

Omar imagine for Sophie

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"What the hell does that mean" Omar yelled "It means exactly what I said" I yelled back frustrated "You're such a fucking bitch sometimes!" "I'm the bitch here" I asked raising my eye brows "Well Omar thanks for telling me something I already know! Oh and that I get told everyday by your fans" I fake smiled "That's not what I meant" he started "Save it for someone who cares" I said rolling my eyes. We both sat there, mad not even looking at each other. It was like if we stayed in the same room we wouldn't do something we regretted. I sat down on the floor "what are you doing?" Omar laughed "Well I figured this would take a while and I got kinda tired" I said simply "Are you still mad " he asked me "A little yeah" "Okay I'll wait then" he said sitting down as well on the opposite side of the room.

I realized that this is what we did when we fought, we'd get mad, yell and then wait until we weren't mad anymore. We didn't really give each other space, I mean we did but we didn't because we sat in the same room but it felt like we were worlds away. But I guess that's how Omar and I worked. That's the solution we came up with. To stay together no matter how mad we are because we're always there to protect each other "Your to far away" I said reaching my hand out. Omar mirrored my action reaching out to me as well

"Sophie" he whispered "Omar" I whispered back. I crawled over to him sitting down in front of him "I'm sorry" "Me too" I took his hand in my intertwining our fingers. And we sat there, for hours, not talking, not moving. Just being in each other's presence but this time we weren't mad, we were content.