[LOUIS]
He's staring at me again. I thought, sighing before turning away from the sink. I stared back at Julian, who just happened to flush and turn away.
I sighed, shaking my head as I turned back to the sink. The pasta I had been making had burned during out 'little' argument. I smiled scrubbing of the burnt pasta from the pot with an iron sponge.
Glad that's over. I thought to myself, rinsing out the pot and towel drying it. I turned back to look at Julian who was reading or more likely pretending to at the dining table. I'd never seen him before and to think the first time I get to we come to a misunderstanding. For some reason, I don't feel pity, just rather annoyed. Why was he so depressed anyway? He called the shots, didn't he?
I watched him for a while before rolling my eyes in
