You just got out the shower, water was basically pouring off your body as a towel was wrapped around your waist.

You finished getting ready before heading an unsettling vibration in your room. Thankfully, it’s just your phone. Your phone bombarded with millions and millions of missed calls and messages from all social media platforms from Cyrus.

Cyrus was.. how could you describe him? Ungrateful, spoiled, arrogant, selfish, immature.. the list goes on. But he was also super attractive, good looking, had the perfect body type for you and had a smirk which controlled things about you that you didn’t know could be controlled.

He was perfect.

So perfect, that after you sigh reading all his messages, spamming you to come out and hang, or if he’s able to come to yours, that he climbed through your window and collapsed on the floor beside it.

A normal person would yelp in surprise, or step back. But somehow, this wasn’t surprising. You scoffed and stood over him as he hurled with laughter.

“I thought you died. Had to check on you.” he spits out, still snickering on the carpet, looking up at you with that stupid grin. You kick him.

“Ow! Heh.” he breathes out, before standing up and collapsing on your bed. “Why didn’t you respond to my messages, dude? Ghosting me? Again?”

I was in the shower. you scoff out, an eyebrow raised at his immaturity. Which you also kind of liked.

“Without me?” he snickers. When you roll your eyes at him and sigh at him, he pulls you by the collar and throws you onto your bed. “C’mon, let’s fu-” he starts, before you immediately shut him up by putting your hand over his mouth.