This should have been "You Have Gotta Be Fucking Kidding Me", but y'all know why I can't do that :P Plus, this will have a companion piece to be posted next month... I think... or Emmett's Theory sequel, perhaps?
YHGFKM is my sort of practice on writing one POV'd stories. Let's hope I make it :)
UNBETA'D. Let's admit we make mistakes and shit.
"Swan!" I hear him call me from outside my bedroom.
I groan. You have gotta be kidding me.
"Open the door! I know you're not sleeping in there," he shouts.
I cover the side of my face in indignation. There's no way I'm gonna open that fucking door.
"Swan, if you do not open this, I'll be forced to use the key," he threatens.
That fucker!
Soon, I hear the doorknob being twisted, and the next thing I know, he throws his body onto my bed, effectively making the mattress sink. He then slinks his arm around my waist.
"Get off my bed!" I complain, my voice muffled because of the pillow.
"Why would I do that?" he asks. "It's our anniversary today."
I huff. "Who the hell told you that?" Since when have we ever had an anniversary?
I reluctantly remove the pillow off my face and turn to look at him. Ugh, the glasses! "It's so early in the morning. Why wear glasses?"
He gives me a confused look. "What's wrong with wearing glasses? I always wear them, and you know that." He paused, a thoughtful look etched on his face. After two seconds, his eyes narrow at me. "Why are you changing the subject?"
I arch a brow, daring him to prove it to me. I ain't changin' no subject here.
"You are, Swan! I also don't get why you think in slang."
"Whatever, man. Just get your nerdy ass off my bed. We don't have an anniversary, fucker."
*evil grins* Who likey? I'll try to post more later if you guys want.