You hung upside down off the edge of Chris’s bed, arms stretched toward the floor, desperately trying—again—to get his attention.

“Chris… Chriiiiis… Chrissy?”

Nothing.

You sighed dramatically, swinging your arms. “Oh nooo, I’m falling to my doom,” you teased before actually losing your grip and landing face-first on the floor.

The thud echoed through the room.

And still—nothing.

Chris was glued to his screen, headset on, fingers moving rapidly over his controller as he muttered about some mission. You pushed yourself up, rubbing your forehead. You had been sitting there, wearing literally the least amount of clothing possible, trying to catch his attention, but nope. His stupid game mattered more.

This had been happening for months now. At first, you were patient. You knew he loved gaming, so you didn’t mind. But now? It was like you weren’t even there. And when you would try to talk to him he would yell at you!

He just doesn’t notice you anymore……