"are you kidding me?!" i asked, pissed off.

"i'm sorry! i didn't know it was yours!" josh retaliated, arms open to prove his point.

"it literally had my name on it! josh, how can you be so careless?"

"tyler, it's really not a big deal."

"not a big deal?! how would you feel if i just moseyed on down into the kitchen and ate your shit?!"

"tyler-"

"josh, i'm not even mad about the food part, but the fact that you don't care. what if it was medicine or something i needed to live?"

"then i would know about it and keep it somewhere safe, like notthe refrigerator?" he gave me an incredulous look.

i shook my head at him, turning around and leaving the apartment. i was so annoyed. it wasn't a big deal to him, but i reallywas looking forward to the lava cake i saved from yesterday. and he didn't even give a shit about it!

i jogged up the stairs, feeling a little calmer when the fresh air from outside entered my lungs. the farther i got away from the apartment and thought about what happened, though, the more guilty i felt. it was creeping up my spine and spreading throughout my chest like a contagious disease. i probably shouldn't have yelled at josh for something as little as lava cake.

i sat on the ledge of the roof, swinging my feet back and forth as i thought of a way to apologize to josh. i honestly felt like an asshole, it wasn't his fault. i sighed, looking up at the setting sun. oranges and pinks were blended into the deep yellow background that is the sky. it reminded me of josh's new painting. it was a simple sunset, but he painted two silhouettes of people sitting and watching it.

he never told me if they were supposed to be us, a figment of his imagination, or what. all iknew was that i loved it, and i had it hanging up in josh's room. it's funny how we acted like his room was mine, when he would sometimes slip into it in the middle of the night because the couch is too hard to sleep onor i'm cold,even though it was softer than the bed.

i couldn't say a simple i'm sorry,though. it wasn't a big deal, and i didn't know if he was mad at me or not. i didn't know if he even wanted to look at me. he probably thought i was too dramatic.

i'm a mess.

i sighed again, decided to just do it. i opened the staircase door, going down the stairs and into our apartment. i smelled chocolate, and looked forward to see josh with powder in various spots on his face. he wiped his hands in a dish towel and turned, noticing me walk in. he faced me, smiling meekly and pushing a bowl towards me.

i looked at it, raising an eyebrow. it was the same type of cake i was upset over, sprinkled with powdered sugar. i looked at him and he stared right back at me with a hopeful expression. my heart plunged, and i felt the smothering guilt again.

this guy went out of his way to make another lava cake for me.

i went around the counter and hid my face in his chest, hugging him tightly.

"i'm sorry, josh." my voice was muffled and laced with guilt.

"i'm sorry, too. i should've read the label." he chuckled, kissing the top of my head.

what did i do to deserve him?