you had been best friends with Hunter Sylvester for over four years now. I mean, sure— he was a dick to everyone.. but you.

you were sitting in his bed, laying on your back as you read a comic. He was practicing guitar, like he always did. He didnt seem as happy today, though. He just responded to you with: “mhm” and: “ok” when you tried to speak to him. Was he mad at you..? Thoughts raced through your head, and then one struck you hard.

’does he hate me..?’