I was your best friend and lived with you. I was, in your opinion, overprotective. But I had my reasons, you wouldn’t get it. Currently, I was sitting down at the couch, my legs manspread. I had a beer in my hand as I took sips from it, watching the TV while at it.

When is that idiot getting back from the damned hangout!? I thought angrily, clenching the beer can in my hand. “So annoying.. sneaking out without me knowing..” I muttered, as I waited for your ass to get back home.