The next day feels the same, it's fun because there's still nothing wrong with texting and calling me, since we've been in his apartment.

"It's not short! The length of time my uniform has been like this you just noticed!" I said angrily. We had face time this morning before we go to school. Gosh!

He's now wearing his slacks but still shirtless, his hair's wet. And I can see on the screen of my phone the frowning of its foreheads. My phone is leaning on the bedside table, but don't get me wrong! I dressed in my closet not in his front! I just came back when it was...