I came down off him, I strolled to the table, a million and one thought raced my mind, I needed to clean up and the paper roll was nowhere in sight.
The paper roll was always on the table, Ethan never ran out of them, I remember when we just started dating, he would pick up the paper roll and help me clean up.
"Are you out of paper roll",I asked, turning to look at him, he still looked pretty much f****d, not yet down from his high.
"Ethan", I called again, getting quite impatient, I needed to clean up real quick.
"Are you out of paper roll", I asked yet again, anger taking over my features, we needed to talk badly and this was definitely stalling it ".
"No Amy, its right in front of you", I looked and truthfully it was right in front of me, I was possibly too lot in thought to see it
