"Cool.", he rolled his eyes at you. You stopped. You made him this dinner for Valentine's day and all he says is 'cool'? You clenched your apron as he sat on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Aren't you gonna eat?", you smiled.
"Nah, I already ate."
Your breath hitched. "Oh...where did you eat?"
"Stacy's house."
"Oh?", your heart began to race. Your best friend Stacy knew about this dinner. Why would she make dinner for him? Why would he even be over there?
Alex put his feet on the living room table and burped.
"What did you eat?", you stood by the kitchen table and gripped the stable wood.
"Pussy.", he smiled and laughed at your facial expression.
"You're hilarious."
"Sure."
"Get the fuck out of my house."
He looked at you with concern.
Everyone you do right does you wrong.
"What?"
"I have feelings too, but you don't fucking care."
"What are you?"
"Lie to my fucking face and get your fucking fix, then just..."
Fucked around and got attached.
"Just fucking go."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Caution tape around your heart.
"I will fucking murder you."
Alex exhaled then smirked, "Do something bitch."
Your eye twitched. You laughed and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife.
You approached Alex and he pulled his gun to your head as soon as you put the knife up to his neck.
You both laughed.
"Kill me then, fucker. It would be better than living with you.", you spat.
"I'm sorry but," he leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I don't fuck dead corpses."
