i miss you.

xavier texts you. it had been a few days— closer to a week, since you two had last seen each other. work was just so draining, you didn't have the energy to go out or be around people.

you free tonight?

you were. it was a saturday night, but you just wanted to stay in and relax. the worst part? he knew you were free, and there would be no valid excuse for you to dismiss yourself. you were at home, huddled on the couch with a variety of snacks, watching reruns of your favorite show.

of course, he'd seen you'd read the message and would begin typing just a second later.

don't think you can get away with ditching me, do you?