EASTON
February 5
"Why does she have to get mad over every little thing?" I muttered to myself as a pulled on a pair of sweatpants. "Sure, I'm not perfect, but I'd say that I'm a pretty good boyfriend. I literally forgot to text her one time. One stupid good luck text, and she freaks out!"
"Dude, who are you talking to?" Erik asked as he opened the door to my apartment.
"Myself," I shot back.
"Sheesh, someone's in a mood," he said, lifting his arms as if surrendering.
"Sorry, I'm just mad at Ty."
"Why are you mad at her?" Erik asked confusedly.
"Because she's pissed at me," I huffed.
"Easton, that makes no sense."
"She's mad that I didn't text her good luck before a big game," I explained.
"Okay..." Erik said unsurely.
"Well, I mean I've never forgotten to text her good luck be
