AMOS

"Why am I on the floor?" was the first thing Alex said to me that day.

"I don't know," I started with a hum. "Why does Micah Davis have my number?"

"Because I gave it to him, duh," he shrugged like it was nothing.

"I know you gave it to him dumbass, but why?" I whined. "You know I don't like him."

"Why? He hasn't done anything to you," he said with a curious stare, getting off the floor with a huff. 

"Other than constantly torture me with his endless flirting, yeah," I huffed. "You have no idea what you've done. I woke up to at least a dozen messages of him attempting to flirt with me."

"Well, if you think that's the worst thing that could happen, it really can't get any worse, right?" he said with a cheeky grin before letting out a loud yawn. "Anyway, I think I called Ethan and Dustin over today. You alright with them coming over?"

I nodded in response before sighing and spinning in circles on my chair. Just as I was about to open my mouth to complain about Micah again, Alex interrupted me:

"Maybe you should try giving him much little thought than you do as of now," he suggested. "It's clear that you constantly thinking about him is taking its toll on you. If it's that distressing then just try ignoring it for now, if you can."

"I can't, that's the thing," I admitted with a shameful sigh. "I don't know why but I simply can't. There's something so incredibly frustrating about him that I can't let it go."

"You know," he began, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I don't understand why you hate him so much. Maybe you could try to get to know him a little better?"

"That's what he suggested that we do the day before yesterday," I recalled. "But I don't know how he expects me to stand his presence if he's always flirting with me."

"If the flirting really makes you that uncomfortable, I can ask him to stop for you. Clearly, he's unwilling to listen to you."

For some reason, I didn't want Alex getting involved - or asking Micah to stop flirting with me for that matter. But that was simply because I didn't want an altercation to occur. I didn't enjoy Micah flirting with me at all, and I could look you in the eye and say that to you.

"But think about what I said," he started again. "It doesn't get any worse than this."

"You're right, Alex," I nodded. "Thank you. I feel better after talking to you about it."

"I know, I tend to have that effect on people," he winked. "They don't call me Mr. Incredibly Hot and Charming for nothing."

"Nobody calls you that," I chuckled. "More like Dr. Doofenshmirtz."

"I will consume you, foolish mortal," he began, attempting to say it in a deep voice but failing miserably. "Ew, what was that? I sounded like a chimpchunk just now."

"Hold on, what did you just say?" I snorted, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes at how hard I was laughing. "Chimpchunk?"

"Isn't that what they're called?" he questioned, looking at me like I had six eyes.

"No?" I wheezed, gasping for air. "Who told you that? It's chipmunk."

"Chimpchunk sounds better," he huffed, trying to play off his embarrassment. 

Just as I was about to say something, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get that, it's probably the boys," I said, making my way over to the door. I opened it and made way for Dustin and Ethan who pushed past me after greeting me with a fist bumb and a light slap on the cheek respectively. 

Dustin hopped onto the bed and let out a sigh of relief, "Ah, it feels so nice to be back on this bed."

"If either of you piss on it again," Alex began. "I will wax both your armpits."

"I didn't even piss on it last time," Dustin scoffed. "I was simply joking around."

"Cool, next time try making it funny," Ethan interrupted. 

Then, all of us shared a moment of pure laughter. Dustin slapped Ethan on the back, "That was a good one, bud." 

It really doesn't get any worse than this.

Just then, my phone vibrated again.

Already anticipating what I'd see upon unlocking my phone, I hesitated for a bit before finally typing in the passcode and pulling down the notification bar.

Grindr?

I cleared my throat out of embarrassment and checked the notification. 

A new message from somebody which read: 

'Is my doctor allowed to have Grindr?'

It just got so much worse.