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☼ oliver || gray || jackson ☼
☼ twenty-one years young ☼
wow, she was making herself at home. i wished she was a little less bold, and a little more polite. but her firey personality was admirable. watching her stalk off, i realizeds she entered my room and got all disgusted. although i wasn't quite certain why she flipped out. my room wasn't messy. it had nothing on the floor except furniture and the carpet and stuff. i'm tidy and neat, and i don't leave food and dirty clothes; the moral of the story is that i pick up after myself. "are you hungry?" i asked her while making my way down the hallway to find her. the surprising thing was that i asked politely, and used a nice tone of voice unlike before. i had been trying to be nice, and then she got all stubborn which made me really irritated. i can lose my temper... leaning against the wall, i unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt, revealing nothing but a little more of my neck since i felt so trapped inside it. when you're wealthy, you have to wear nice clothes. obviously when i'm staying indoors i dress in a t-shirt and basketball shorts, but generally you're expected to wear trendy things. and you can't look ratchet going to a nightclub.