Morgan Absher

I invited him over last night to watch a movie.

I was scared to see him because I know if I didn't say anything,

I probably never would have the courage because I'm not very confrontational.

He came over and watched a movie and ordered food.

Our food came.

He heated it up in the microwave and plated it for us like he always does.

He kept the two plates next to him.

And when I tried to grab one, he held them above his head and shook his head with a grin like it's cute.

I rolled my eyes and he grabbed a fork and took pieces of chicken and then held it in front of my mouth.

I refused to open my mouth.

So he pressed it against my lips.

And I pulled back and stood up to grab the plate that he was holding over his head.

No.

He gave me a weird look, and I wanted to say sorry so bad.

Why am I like this?

But I didn't.

I just grabbed another fork, walked over to my couch with my plate, and started eating, hoping he could take the hint without me having to say anything.

He came to sit next to me and started eating too.

And we just watched the movie for a few minutes in peace.

He then took a piece of chicken off my plate and tried to feed it to me again.