Knocking Games
Author's Note- The only reason why I wrote this is because lately I've been in a "writing rut" and needed to get out of it. I know that this story probably makes no sense what-so-ever! I am so sorry!
*Knock Knock*
"I hate him so much!" Ichigo though to himself as his jackass of a neighbor knocked on his door for the 14th time that hour. It's useless getting up to answer it! Every time that I do he's not there! Ahhhhhh! Who the fuck does he think he is…Houdini!
*Knock Knock*
I swear to God if he knocks one more goddamn time-
*Knock Knock*
"I'm going to kill him!" Ichigo screamed out loud, getting up from the couch that he had peacefully been watching T.V. on until all of this fucking nonsense started. "What the fuck do you want!"
"I just wanted to tell you that your door color doesn't match your house." Shirosaki said casually walking into the house.
"…What the fuck!"
"What? Your boyfriend can't criticize your house?"
"No you fucking can't! You've been ringing my doorbell for an hour now and every freaken time that I went to answer it you weren't fucking there!"
"…..I have no idea what you're talking about." Shirosaki said with an I-know-exactly-what-you're-talking-about-but-right-now-I'm-horny-and-want-to-fuck-you-but-if-I-say-I-know-exactly-what-you're-talking-about-I'm-not-going-to-get-any-so-I'm-just-going-to-say-that-I-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about-and-hope-for-the-best face that Ichigo was oh-so used to by now.
"….."
"…"
"I'm going to murder you."
"..."
"..."
"Okay…but can I fuck you first?"
…..There is really nothing more that I can say except please don't kill me for my lack of plot/actually being able to write something that someone would like to read! :(