I sigh and look down at my boots, before raising my eyes back to the door in front of me. "It's okay, Ax, just breathe," I shake out my body, loosening my tightened muscles, then raise my hand and hit my knuckles against the wood.
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Late morning breakfast; so good. Sleeping in past 10 o’clock; so good. Day off. So many things to do and none of them involve moving; so good. Grabbing a severely unhealthy helping of popcorn, I vault over the back of the couch and begin the unattractive process of blobbing….when the someone knocks at the door. “Ugh”. Careful not to disrupt the mountain of popcorn strategically placed not to fall, I place the bowl gently down on the coffee table before heading for the door. “Coming”, I grumble. I’m not in the mood for company. Dusting my hands off on my sweatpants, clean of butter and other popcorn related goodness, I open the door sluggishly. Immediately I am greeted by the annoyingly large mess of red hair…again. Frozen for a grand total of 4 seconds, staring at Axel’s dumb smirk, I slam the door in his face and return to my couch. “Not today, asshole”, I’m not in the mood.
With my mouth still open ready to speak, the door slammed shut. “Well, that wasn’t very nice,” I mutter to myself, knocking on the door again. “Will you just let me talk first? I wanted to apologize for the other day, that’s all.” Realizing that he’s most likely paying zero attention to the strange idiot that he had woken up next to several days ago, I stop talking to the wooden door in front of me and slide down till my back is pressed against the frame. “I’m not leaving till you talk to me,” I sing against the door.
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