(TYSM @FOREVERADDICTED FOR THE REQQ!! I missed hearing from youu!!)

"Hey Gary, can I play some music?" You asked. The background silence was pretty deafening.

Gary turned his head over at you before scoffing. He didn't care. He had big plans, small things that that didn't effect the bigger picture. Well, the picture he was imagining anyway.

"Sure... whatever," He replied.

Gary was in your dorm room, lying down on your bed. He was thinking, like he was normally. However, as you turned on the radio and played a CD, to him, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

He then sat up with a scowl, "You listen to this garbage?"

His eyes were practically digging daggers into your soul. He hates your music taste, that's clear enough.