Were you gonna notice him or what?

He watched as you curled up comfortably in your bed, doing god knows what on your phone.

Donovan stood stiffly in your doorway, a boyish grin plastered across his face as he awkwardly attempted conversation.

“Sooo… whatcha doing?”

“Nothing?” You replied, “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering! How you were and all— We haven’t talked all day.” He retorted quickly, his eyes fixed on a poster you had in your room. “You’ve been trapped in your room all day! I just thought you might want some human interaction.”

“Right.”

Seriously?

Did you have to be so brief in answering. He inwardly grimaced at the awkwardness, ’maybe you were having a bad day!’ He thought to himself. Before you could continue responding he shook his head, brushing a dry hand through his tousled hair.

“Right, yeah, okay! I’m gonna— I'll just.. bye!”