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His phone started ringing "Aaaah" He answered it. "Hello? WAIT YOU GOT HIM?!?!? That was quick…" he started crying "Please don't be joking…Ok Thanks for telling me!"
His phone started ringing "Aaaah" He answered it. "Hello? WAIT YOU GOT HIM?!?!? That was quick…" he started crying "Please don't be joking…Ok Thanks for telling me!"
Alex looked up from his art, curiosity in his gaze. He waited for him to get off the phone.
He hung up and sighed with relief. "oh my god…"
“Everything okay?” He asked with concern, turning to look at Landyn.
he nodded. "Y-You can go home now if you want to?"
Alex figured he’d overstayed his welcome. “O-oh yeah, I guess I probably should head back then.” He laughed nervously.
"Y-You don't have to…" he said trying to be polite but is words failed
“A-are you sure?” He asked, he really didn’t think that Landyn wanted him around. No one ever did.
He nodded not knowing what to say
“I mean I don’t have anything to do. No one waiting for me either. S-so I guess I might as well.” He replied awkwardly.
"U-Umm…" He started humming again for some reason
“S-sorry, I shouldn’t have said that…” he trailed off. It was all Alex’s fault as always. He was dumb and annoying, he should just let Landyn move on with his life.
Landyn shook his head. "D-Don't be"
He just sat there awkwardly, his inner demons choosing this moment to speak up. ‘Face it Alex, he doesn’t want you here, no one does. You’re useless, at least go back to the apartment where your existence won’t bother everyone.’
He sighed 'Just say something.' "Do you need anything?"
“N-no I’m fine.” He pushed the thoughts aside. “I guess we still don’t really know each other do we?”
"I guess n-not…"
“Well…What do you like to do?” He asked, he was going to at least try to get to know this guy.
"I like t-to play the ukelele…" He said pointing to the case
“That seems fun. I love listening to music but I’m not that good at making it myself. I’m more of an artist type.” He tapped the cover of his sketchbook with his pencil.
"Sounds intresting"
“It has its ups and downs I guess…how long have you been into music?”
"As long as I can remember…I used to…sing for my parents before they died"
“That sounds like it was nice. My parents never supported me in my art whatsoever. It’s good to know that some parents actually appreciate what their kids do.”
"If you think of it this way. Music is art so if they listen to music their a hypocrite."
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