Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
while I yawn calmly, I look at her and say softly "you...you slept well!"* I smile at her, even she says mean things to me, I smile at her then I add* "tell me, aren't you frustrated by my presence?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You actually think I give half a shit about whether or not some spineless worm like you thinks I slept well?" she snorts, disgusted. "You honestly believe that I care about anything you have to say, or feel? Get it through your thick skull: You mean nothing to me."
Her cheeks flush with anger as she glares at him. It's obvious that no matter how much she tries not to, his words affect her in some way. Internal thoughts:
"Why can't I just ignore him? He gets under my skin every time I look at him. Ugh, it's infuriating."
I look at her and say "If you're not happy, then just ignore me, instead of racking your brains getting angry at me!"I tell her curtly while I look at her a little colder
Her mouth drops open in surprise. "What the fuck did you just say? Ignore you? You think I could ever ignore something as disgusting as you?" She shudders dramatically for emphasis. "I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty fork."
In spite of herself, her hands tighten into fists on the countertop. It's true that Bruce is starting to get under her skin more and more, but she won't let him know that. No way. She refuses to give him the satisfaction. Internal thoughts:
"Why does he have to be so goddamn persistent? Can't he just leave me alone for once?"
as I watch her getting more and more upset, I calmly say to her "Anyway......there's no point in talking to you, you get angry too quickly!"I move away from her to sit at the table to eat alone, I remain silent
Her jaw tightens as she watches him walk away. "Pathetic," she whispers under her breath, hating how even his presence is starting to wear her down. She takes a deep breath and finishes making breakfast, trying not to let his taunts get the best of her. Internal thoughts:
"I hate him. I really do."
while I stay silent without doing anything, I look at my homework, I stay calm while I revise, I get up to also do the housework with Ava, while I start to put the clothes in the washing machine, I take the basin with the dry and clean clothes and I start to fold
"What do you think you're doing? This isn't your job," she snaps as she sees him moving towards the laundry area. "Get back to your room where you belong."
She crosses her arms and watches him warily, not really sure why he's bothering with this domestic crap when it's so clearly beneath him. Internal thoughts:
"Why does he insist on trying to impress me? Does he have some sort of death wish?"
as I continue folding the clothes, I completely ignore her, I look at her and continue folding without saying anything, thinking to myself:"she's starting to get on my nerves!"
The sound of his quiet breathing fills the air as she glares at him folding laundry like it's no big deal. She can't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and intrigue whenever he does something unexpected like this. It only makes her want to punch him more. Internal thoughts:
"Why does he have to be so...irritating?" she wonders, still unable to look away from his face as he focuses on the task at hand. "Maybe if I ignore him enough, he'll eventually give up and go away."
I look at her and say sharply "Are you going to stay here and stare at me like a fish or are you going to help me fold our clothes?"
Her face flushes red with anger as she storms over and snatches the laundry basket out of his hands. "I don't need your help, asshole," she spits venomously. "And stop thinking you can just take control like that. You're not the boss of me."
With that, she walks away in a huff, determined to finish folding the clothes herself even though it means prolonging their interaction for much longer than necessary. Internal thoughts:
"That bastard thinks he can just take charge anytime he wants? Well, I'll show him..."
while I follow her in a cold and annoyed way, I take the laundry basket in her hands "what's your problem, I'm here to help you, if you don't want me to help you, no problem, I can leave everything for you..."I give her the basket in her hands and I leave her in the living room while I go to the bedroom, thinking to myself:"she thinks that I'm a simple object, so she's going to fuck herself, I'm fed up with her with the way she is!"
She grits her teeth in frustration as he relinquishes control of the laundry basket back into her hands. "Fine," she snarls through clenched teeth. "But if you don't know how to do it properly, just stay out of my way." She bends down and starts folding the clothes with renewed determination, ignoring his presence entirely.
Her mind reels as she tries to understand why he keeps antagonizing her like this. It's not like they have anything in common or even like each other for that matter. It doesn't make any sense. Internal thoughts:
"He must just be looking for a fight." she concludes with a huff. "Just ignore him, and eventually he'll get the message."
while I'm packing my suitcase in my room, I tidy the room which remains empty, I look at the window and I see the sun setting, but my anger is still there I continue to pack my suitcase to leave here
Her heart speeds up as she hears movement coming from Bruce's room. He never actually leaves her alone, does he? She glances over at him, watching warily as he packs his suitcase and tidies his own space. It doesn't take a genius to tell that something is bothering him. Internal thoughts:
"Maybe... maybe there's more to this than meets the eye." She hesitates for a moment before clearing her throat, not wanting to let him know that she might be onto something. "Well, it doesn't matter. He can leave whenever he wants."
as I leave my room leaving my suitcase in my room, I walk towards the kitchen to make the meal, I cook in a calm and silent manner
She follows him into the kitchen, her eyes narrowing as she watches him cook without making a sound. It's almost...calming, in a way. Like he actually knows what he's doing. But why would that matter to her? No point in admitting that out loud, of course. She takes a seat at the kitchen island, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to act casual as she waits for dinner. Internal thoughts:
"I guess I never really thought about it... He is actually quite good-looking when he's not trying to be such an ass."
as I finish the meal, I set the table calmly and quietly, then I place the meal on the table and the drinks, then I say to Ava "the meal is over, you can come sit down!"
Without acknowledging him, she continues sitting at the kitchen island, arms still crossed defensively across her chest. "Why should I have to eat with you?" she finally says through gritted teeth. "I can just as easily eat later." She tries to sound confident, but even she knows it comes off as fake. In reality, she's torn between wanting him out of her life and wanting to know more about this mysterious side of his personality that seems to emerge when they're not arguing. Internal thoughts:
"Why does he have to be so infuriating?" she wonders for what feels like the thousandth time. "He's like a puzzle I can't seem to solve."
I look at her and start to get angry, I say nothing and take my plate and go to my room silently, I close the door quickly and quietly
As soon as he leaves the room, she springs into action, hurrying over to the dinner table and taking a seat across from his empty chair. The food smells delicious, but her thoughts keep wandering back to Bruce instead of focusing on eating. It's infuriating how much he gets under her skin. She knows she shouldn't care what he thinks or does, but she can't seem to help herself. Internal thoughts:
"He's just so...irritating. And yet, there's something about him..." she muses, picking at her food without really tasting it. "I wish I knew why he's acting this way."
as evening comes, I finish packing my suitcase, I eat my meal at my desk looking at the moon, I stay calm and I go into my deep thoughts
Her plate is still half-full when she finally pushes it away, uninterested in eating anymore. The tension between them has been building all evening, each word a dagger aimed straight for the other person's heart. It's exhausting. With a sigh, she leans back in her chair and closes her eyes, trying to pretend like everything is okay when she knows it's far from it.
"I wish things could be different..." she whispers under her breath before opening her eyes again and glancing over at Bruce's closed door. "But they can't."
The weight of their unspoken words hangs heavily in the air like a thick, suffocating blanket, making it nearly impossible for either of them to breathe freely. Internal thoughts:
"I just wish... I don't know what I wish. For things to go back to normal? For everything to change?" She shrugs helplessly, not knowing the answer herself. "It's like we're two sides of a coin, constantly at war with each other."
as I sigh, I finish eating and go to wash, I cross the living room to the bathroom, I pass Ava, but I quickly turn my head to continue my way to go to the bathroom
"What's your rush?" she mutters under her breath as he hurries past without so much as a glance in her direction. "Like you're any better than me." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, the tension between them thick enough to cut through with a knife.
She knows she needs to talk to him. To confront him about how he makes her feel and why he keeps pushing her buttons like this. But the words seem to get stuck in her throat every time she tries. Internal thoughts:
"Maybe if I ignore him long enough, he'll finally just go away."
as I leave the bathroom I walk calmly, towards my room then I take my suitcase to leave, I leave my room with my suitcase and I go towards the exit door
"Wait! Where are you going?" she asks, springing up from her seat as he begins walking toward the front door. "You can't just leave!" Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the panic she's trying so hard to hide. The thought of being alone with him for another night is enough to send shivers down her spine.
He turns to look at her over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise. "Oh really? And where do you suggest I go?" There's a challenge in his voice that she can't quite ignore. Internal thoughts:
"I don't know! Just... stay here with me." She hates how desperate she sounds, but she can't help herself. "We can talk or something."
I look at her and say coldly
"Talk? You think I haven't talked to you enough, but since you're pushing me away and won't listen, I don't know what we can talk about, so why don't you want me to leave? You didn't even want me to help you, and on top of that, you insult me for no reason!"
I continue to look at her without looking away, while I remain silent
"Fine!" she snaps, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as anger rises within her. "If that's the way you want it..." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. "Look... maybe we could try this again tomorrow? Or start fresh or something?"
He raises his eyebrows at her, clearly surprised by her sudden change of heart. For a moment, she regrets being so quick to give in, but the thought of another night with him is enough to make her stomach churn. Internal thoughts:
"Maybe... maybe if I just pretend like nothing happened tonight and we go back to how things were before, it'll be better." She bites her lip nervously, hoping that he'll agree. "Please?"
I look at her and lower my head "I've suffered too much...because of you......and you want me to stay here again, to start from scratch...why!"while I speak calmly without looking at her
"I-I didn't mean it like that," she stammers, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. "I just...thought we could try to make things better." She pauses, trying to find the right words to explain herself without further antagonizing him. "Look, I know I've been horrible to you, and I can't expect you to forget that or forgive me just like that. But...I don't want to be enemies anymore."
There, she thinks. That sounds sincere enough, doesn't it? She looks up at him hopefully, praying that he'll see the sincerity in her eyes and agree to give them another chance. Internal thoughts:
"Please," she whispers softly. "Let's start over."
I look at her and take my suitcase"....... okay.....but first, I have something to do!"I go to my room and I drop off my suitcase and I leave the house quickly and in a hurry, I run to go to a jewelry store and I look for something that can make Ava happy, I search and I found it, I go back home without saying anything
"Wait!" she cries out, dashing after him. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" Her heart thunders in her chest as she catches up with him on the front steps of their building. He's obviously hiding something from her again, and she can't help but feel a mixture of anger and desperation welling up inside her.
"Bruce, please just tell me what's going on," she pleads, reaching out to touch his arm. "I swear I'll listen this time." The look in her eyes is almost enough to make him melt, but he holds firm, refusing to give in so easily.
"Just trust me," he says quietly, not meeting her gaze. "It's for the best." Then, without another word, he turns and disappears back into the apartment building, leaving Ava standing on the steps alone and more confused than ever. Internal thoughts:
"What is he hiding? And why does it matter so much to him that I trust him?" She sighs heavily, rubbing her forehead as she tries to make sense of everything. "I wish I knew what he was thinking."
as I come back to her, I say to her "Ava....I'm sorry for making you go through the things I forced you to do, for bothering you and making fun of you, but the words you said to me and the things you made me suffer with your words, I couldn't stay without defending myself, but now....I'm here to tell you, I'm sorry!"I take out a box from my hands, a box that has a heart-shaped necklace with the initial letter of our first name
Her eyes widen as he reveals the small box in his hands, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She's not sure what to expect but it can't be this...she swallows hard, unable to tear her gaze away from the object. "Wh-what is that?" she manages to stammer, reaching out tentatively and taking the box gently between her fingers.
Inside, a heart-shaped necklace dangles on a delicate chain. The initials 'A' and 'B' are etched into it, twined together in a perfect circle. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at him, feeling a mixture of confusion and disbelief swirl through her.
"Bruce... I..." She trails off, unsure of what to say or how to react. This is more than she ever could have imagined. Internal thoughts:
"Is this real? Is he really sorry?" Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she looks from him back down to the necklace. "I never thought...I mean, I didn't think..." Her words fall apart beneath the weight of emotion clogging her throat.
I look at her and say "Don't say anything, just go inside!"I hold her hand and take her home
Her heart feels as though it might explode out of her chest as she holds the necklace, gazing down at it in disbelief. She takes a step back, withdrawing her hand from his, unable to fully process everything that's happening right now. He looks so sincere...but how can she trust him after all they've been through?
As if sensing her hesitation, he releases her hand and steps back as well, giving her space. "I know it's a lot to take in," he says quietly, his voice soft and calm. "But please, try to understand where I'm coming from." There's an almost desperate plea in his words that tugs at something deep within her.
She looks up at him, uncertainty clouding her eyes, before finally nodding slowly. Taking a deep breath, she closes the box and slips it into the pocket of her jeans, then turns to lead the way back inside. "Okay," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their footsteps on the sidewalk. "Let's go home."
while she's walking in front of me, I follow her, during the walk, I buy two ice creams for Ava, then I say "you know.... even if you're always angry with me, you're still cute and beautiful, I.... how can I tell you...... it's hard to explain to you!"
The warmth of his words takes her by surprise, and she feels herself blush as he compliments her. It's been so long since anyone has said anything nice to her that it catches her off guard. She turns her head just enough to glance over her shoulder at him, a small smile playing on her lips despite herself.
"Well," she says quietly, "thank you, I guess." As they reach the door of their building, he hands her one of the ice creams and she takes it gratefully, tucking it under her arm as she digs into her pocket for her keys. Tonight feels different than all the other nights they've spent together...there's a tentative sense of peace settling over them that neither of them are quite ready to shrug off just yet.
"I think I need to apologize, too," she mumbles as she unlocks the door and steps aside to let him enter first. "I haven't been very nice to you either." She pauses, searching for the right words to say before finally shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "Let's just...try to make this work, okay?"
Her heart is in her throat as she waits for his response, nervous but hopeful that things might actually be looking up between them at last.