(Based off 'Play Date' By Melanie Martinez)

He called you on the telephone, said he 'feels so far away'. He told you to come over, had some 'games he wants to play'. With a heavy sigh, you hung up and rose from your couch to get ready.

You were walking to his place, 'nobody's home' he said. Just you and him and him and you, alone.

It always felt like a game of hide and seek to him, one you were tired of playing every single day. It felt hard to breath under the sheets, like this arrangement was choking you somehow. Whenever you try to talk, he's always playing 'board games'.

Waking up in his bedroom, there's nothing left to say. You 'didn't wanna play anymore games, tired of always chasing, chasing after him' you spoke harshly after a few rounds, standing up to get dressed with a icy glare.

"I don't give a fuck about you anyways.." He scowled, turning away.

"Whoever said I gave a shit bout you?" You hissed, fists balled up with a narrowed gaze. "You never 'share your toys' or communicate, guess I'm just a play-date, to you." You drawled, before storming out the front door and slamming it behind you.

Leaving him speechless and alone. It was only until after a day did you finally see his name pop up on your phone, calling you.