I chant ow, ow, ow until he’s right next to me. Not only that, he’s holding my hand. Yup. I don’t even know how he got here so fast because he was out back, standing on a ladder, pulling out ivy and things from the roof. But now, he’s here, right next to me, clutching my wrist with his long, dirty and smudged fingers, staring down at the cut on the pad of my thumb. “What the fuck happened?” he asks with a frown.
Hes so whipped HHAHHAAHSHHA
