Sitting on your dorm couch along with Sophia, you lean back and turn on your guilty pleasure; NBA2K. You've been playing this since you've been a kid and as you've grown, the game grew on you too.

"Unsurprising."

Sophia teases, looking briefly at the screen with amusment then back to her phone. She was wearing her usual purple baggy jersey with some black, comfy sweats. Oh, how the sight of her could make you drop everything you were doing. But you really wanted to get on your game. Besides, you don't even quite know what you two are in the first place, best to just leave it.

You start up a match and almost immediately hear the crowd's cheers and hollers as your shoes squeak and squeal against the slippery wooden flooring. With a little elbow grease and the perfect timing, you start to get into the rhythm of the game, nailing every layup chance you get. Though, that doesn't mean the other team isn't catching up.

37-34 is the score, yours' being 37. You knew you had to completely focus, "lock in" as they say. You always got competive in games like this. You could feel the fiery blaze of passion burning every opponent on the court as you slide and swish into the 2 point mark. But just as you were about to land a dunk, Sophia hollers, snapping you back to reality and competely flopping your dunk. She didn't care though, she looked pissed.

"I SAID, do you wanna go out tomorrow?" Sophia grunted, her tone sharp and tense. Yep, definitely angry.

"Finally, it's like that game makes you deaf. I've been calling at you a million times." She joked, though her expression was the opposite of fun. You knew you were gonna have to be cautious answering this.