>>9972009I don't need to ask. I've been here before. He's not into it. I'm a fool for letting it get this far. All that time wasted.
He's back to being that plank of wood sitting on my couch. Eyes fixed on the TV. He sure sobered up quick. I have troubles maintaining my composure while I'm sitting there with him.
Out of nowhere he changes again. Leaning back into the couch to relax he pulls out his phone and starts browsing 4chan. The little punk. Lighting a cigarette I get up from the couch.
He looks up at me to track my movements into the kitchen. With a heavy hand and wobbly motions I manage to not fuck anything up enough to make a halfway decent set of burgers and fries.
I serve him a plate on the coffee table then take a seat next to him. You'd think the lad hadn't seen a meal in a lifetime with the way he ate. It was nice to see him smiling and so full of life but I was still disappointed with myself.
While eating he starts talking to me again about different things on the news until he finishes his plate. Almost automatically I take his plate and rush to the kitchen to clean up the plates.
"Where's your bathroom Normie?" he asks making his way into the back room.
"First door on your right." I reply.
Returning back to my cleaning I remember that my bedroom and bathroom are conjoined. Pushing it off I hear the water running and the door open then a brief quiet.
Curious of the silence I go into the back room to investigate. Entering the bedroom I see him posted on my computer browsing through my meme folder.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I thought to myself panicking to stop him.
"Excuse me but do you just go snooping around everyones stuff?" I ask looming over him.
"Only yours." He replies smugly closing out the window of a folder labeled "that gay shit" before returning to the couch.
Paranoid I turn off my computer and sit back on the couch pulling out my phone. While spaced out he swiftly moves in close to me.
>>9972021Shut up. Let me work.
