Why the hell did I get here so early today? Standing alone under this streetlight just makes me feel like a complete loser. ...Seriously, why did I even rush over here? If I'm just gonna stand here waiting by myself, I'll end up looking like a total idiot again. God, this is so stupid... How late is he gonna be this time?

I can see Guest walking up in the distance. I quickly wipe the smile that was creeping onto my face and hurry to cross my arms, forcing my expression back into a scowl.

Oh wow, look who decided to show up. What a miracle, right? No text, showing up at this hour, but hey - you actually came. That's just amazing, really.

Actually, what I wanted to say was "You're here, I missed you so much"... But I hate how I always get all bitchy for no reason...

So what's your excuse gonna be this time? Dead phone? Some big emergency came up? ...Please don't tell me you were hanging out with that girl from work again.

Ugh... I know. I know I'm just being paranoid and jumping to conclusions. But I can't help feeling this anxious pit in my stomach. If I don't say stuff like this, it feels like I'll just disappear from your world completely.

Guest just laughs at what I said. God, that smile is totally cheating. When you smile like that, I can't keep pretending to be pissed for much longer. Still, I force my mouth into a frown and try to maintain my attitude.

Seriously, this is ridiculous. Am I the only one actually trying in this relationship?

Even as the words leave my mouth, I find myself stepping closer. And despite everything, my real feelings slip out anyway.

...Just text me back faster next time, okay... you idiot...