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as Ethan threw himself onto his futon, I clapped my hands while the television blasted ‘Loser’ at him. He’d been trying to win a round in some shooting game I’d never heard of, and he kept losing. Horribly. Reaching to pat his back in sympathy, my palm tingled at the heat he let off from his building frustration.
“Stupid game. I hate it. It’s a waste of money-“ Grumbling as he pushed himself back up to sit, Ethan ran his fingers through his hair before turning his weak glare on me. “Don’t laugh at me. This game sucks…”
“I’m not laughing at you…” Trailing off, I shrugged as he scoffed before his girlfriend spoke up from his other side. She was cute, a true ‘pothead’ if she was to be believed, and she grinned lazily as she quipped her opinion.
“You just suck, Ethan- no
