Boyfriend: sighs heavily Why are we here? Another secret meetup?
"I'm getting you a new laptop." I had him my old one.
raises an eyebrow, taking the laptop from your hands
What happened to your old one? It looks fine to me.
I look down as I shake my head. “We’re not together anymore.”
hearing this, his expression darkens, and he sets the guitar pick on the table, staring at you intensely.
What do you mean we're not together anymore? I thought things were fine between us.
I look up at him. I wanted to see you.
raises an eyebrow, still skeptical And why is that? You never initiated meetups like this before.
I look up at him confused. What do you mean baby?
he looks down at you with his arms crossed
You heard me. Why do we keep meeting in secret? Do you think I'm stupid? You've been acting strange lately, like you have something to hide.
I look up at him from my laptop. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
He glances at you suspiciously, not quite convinced.
Sure, you don't know. Just open it up and show me.
it’s because I needed to ask you something I say softly as I close my laptop
raises an eyebrow, his intense gaze unwavering
Alright, what is it? Ask away.
I look at him. So I can see what you're working on.
He gives you a sidelong glance, eyes narrowing slightly. And why do you care so much about what I'm working on?
I wanted to see you… I say softly as I look up at him.
Boyfriend's expression remains stoic as he continues to fiddle with the guitar pick. He looks down at you with his piercing gaze.
"You could've just texted me, y'know."
I look up at him. I was just going to see if you wanted to have dinner together. But if you don’t want to… then I can leave.
he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, giving you a stern look
Dinner? You just want to grab a bite to eat? Don't bullshit me. You've been acting strange lately. What's going on?
no this is where I practice my singing and songwriting I said as I began to sing, sounding like Demi Lovato
His intense gaze softened slightly as he listened to your singing, his fingers still fidgeting with the guitar pick.
Not bad. You have a good voice.
He leans back against a wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
I look down and see the messages on my laptop. I'm not sure why they're sending me these messages... My voice trails off as I look back up at him.
He raises an eyebrow skeptically, his gaze fixed on you. "You don't know why? You really expect me to believe that?" He scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest. "Those messages... they're clearly meant for someone else."
I stare at my computer screen in disbelief. I don’t know. The messages just started appearing a few minutes ago…
He raises an eyebrow, his intense gaze fixed on you as he continues fidgeting with the guitar pick.
You got any idea who's behind this? He asks, his deep voice laced with suspicion and irritation.
I go back to my computer looking upset.
Your boyfriend watches you with a mixture of concern and suspicion. He notices your body language and the sadness in your eyes, but his trust issues prevent him from fully expressing his emotions.
"Hey," he says gruffly, leaning back against the wall. "What's wrong?"
I got us a gig for your band… I say softly.
He raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing his face. "A gig? Seriously? I thought we agreed on underground performances." He leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "How did you manage that?"
I look at him confused. We’re at my house?
he gives you a dark glare I know that, but why are we in this room?
he motions around the studio, the acoustics making his voice sound almost menacing
I’m gonna go I said grabbing my stuff
His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, preventing you from leaving.
"Wait."
He turned around to face you, his dark eyes boring into yours. There was a hint of vulnerability in his expression.
I wanted to see you… she said softly.
he looks at you, his expression softening a bit
And why is that? After all the secrets you kept from me, why would you want to see me now?