So unfortunately, every relationship has arguments. No matter how perfect they seem to be, there always is. Whether it's dealing with something that isn't work getting into an argument about or something that two people are arguing about for an important reason, it doesn't matter. No relationship is perfect.So here is the first argument. (Pete's might seem like it would be when he cheated, but it's not)
Tell her to gather all my things, and bury me in my favorite colors. -My Chemical Romance, Cancer (https://youtu.be/cDM9lfADnXc)
Andy: you were in the kitchen, waiting for Andy to get home from the Cross Fit session. He was always with you after Cross Fit, so he could fall asleep with you next to him. He wasn't always tired after it though.
But this week was different. He would fall asleep in his car or he wouldn't even show up. The thought brought small tears to your eyes. Although your boyfriend never lied to you (which was the purpose of the promise thing you got from him), he was disappearing more often. He was straight edge, but you weren't sure where he was going.
Just then, the door swings open with a red-eyed Andy. He looked like he was about to fall apart. You walked up to him and put your arms around him. He breaks the embrace and walks over to the couch, letting his tears fall as he puts his hands over his face. You close the door before joining him.
"I feel like a horrible person, (Y/N)."
"What are you talking about?"
"I can't believe it happened."
"What happened?!"
He remains silent from your reaction. He gets up from the couch. This worried and angered you even more.
"HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING?! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T DO THAT!" You yell in his direction.
"(Y/N), not now."
"NO, ANDY. YOU WILL TELL ME RIGHT NOW."
"NO, (Y/N)! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?! YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SO NOSY!" You're shocked. Andy almost never yells and he never complained about you being nosy. He thought you were one of the most caring people he's ever met.
"Look, I'm sorry, (Y/N)------"
"No, I'm leaving Andy. I don't know when I'll be back. But I hope we both realize what we've both done," you say, grabbing your purse and leaving.
Pete (similar to Andy's): you were in the middle of dinner. Your boyfriend hadn't been coming home until midnight every night. He was always drunk from the way the alcohol his breath smelled when he came home. You believed he was cheating.
Probably with a girl who's perfect for him, you silently thought, twirling the spaghetti around with your fork. You had lost your appetite at this thought. You felt like you would get sick.
Just then, your boyfriend entered, grunting in pain. You looked over to see him leaning on the door frame, holding his head with his left hand, his right on the door frame. You knew
"(Y/N), would you mind getting me some ibuprofen or Advil?"
"Pete, there's no cure for a hangover but fine," you reply, getting up from your seat and going to your medicine cabinet. Your grab the medicine he needs and give it to him. He takes it and starts to go upstairs when you stop him.
"Can we talk?"
"(Y/N), you know I'd love to talk to you but once this hangover is over and it's tomorrow, then sure."
"Pete," you say sternly. You cross your arms and walk back over to your chair. He sighs and walks back.
"What do you want to talk about, (Y/N)? There's nothing to talk about."
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Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines
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