I sat there, sighing on my bed shaking my head slightly. To get things straight, my boyfriend, Stanford Pines, was a scientist and he spent most of the time, either cooped in his basement, or out exploring in the woods. The only reason I couldn't come, was because he didn't want me to get hurt. Now I found that a load of shit. Personally I think I would be fine, years of protecting and supporting my younger siblings, I would be completely fine, fighting or what not. Stupid ass bastard. I leant backwards, laying flat on my bed. My head just about landing on the pillow. If he just ignored me all the time, then there was no point even being with him. Even knowing the guy. I sighed once more, embracing my and putting my hands on my stomach. I took in a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it. I closed my eyes, debating whether I should break up with him or not, when I felt myself falling into a deep sleep.
I woke up, my back sore, and of course, Ford wasn't there. I rolled my eyes getting using my hands to get up. I rubbed my hands, from how cold there were. I walked out the bedroom, rubbing my eyes, as they were incredibly blurry. I walked downstairs, heading to the kitchen, to make myself some toast, and a cup of tea. I rolled my eyes, as I heard footsteps, come into the kitchen.
"Greetings Y/N." Stanford said, sounding tired, he never slept, at all.
"Mmm." I raised my eyebrows, pressing my lips in a thin line. I poured the hot water into my favourite mug, as he approached me.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, as I put the teabag in, stirring while pouring my milk in. I finished stirring, and pouring my milk into the cup, as I felt Stanford tower over me. I took on a serious expression, and turned to him, holding my mug in my hand.
"Yes everything is fine." I rolled my eyes walking off still holding the mug. I walked off to our room. I could tell he had a confused look on his face. I rolled my eyes once more as I stomped upstairs, still holding my mug. Once in my room, I took a swig on my tea, and placed it down, sitting on my bed. I grabbed a book, and read it, leaving my surrounding areas, getting sucked into the world that was open right in front of me. I read for a while, an hour, maybe two, taking a break to finish my tea, until Stanford came in. My eyes darted towards him. I squinted my eyes. "What do you want?" I asked sternly, finally deciding that I was going to officially break up with him. I mean, there was no point dating someone if they were just going to ignore you.
"I just wanted to check up on you." He asked, with a confused expression, I shook my head sighing, looking down at the bed. He stayed for a few moments, until I spoke to him.
"Look Stanford, we need to talk." His eyes widened, as he closed the door, walking towards me, and sitting on the bed next to me. I met his gaze, he looked at me with sincere eyes and gratitude. "This isn't working." His jaw opened slightly, he looked like he was about to cry, but he shook his head slightly, shaking it off. "You're in the basement, cooped with your work and what not. Going out adventuring, leaving me at home alone. I just can't do it anymore. You're supposed to make sure I'm alright, which you haven't done in a long time, until today. You're supposed to actually spend time with me, whether it be in the basement, in the house or out adventuring. You always say, you're going to get hurt. I'm not going to get hurt. The amount of bs I went through as a child, I don't think that's going to stop me. So I think that it is best that we break up." I kept my eyes gazed on him, the whole entire time, not moving them, at all.
"Y/N, please, I'm sorry, I'll try and be a better boyfriend, I promise." He said, I got up to leave, and turned my head around.
"You promised this last time, please, don't make a fool of yourself. Just move on." I rolled my eyes, luckily I had packed all of my stuff before hand, and it was waiting outside, just underneath the porch roof. My friend had also let me stay in his house, which was lucky for me. "My friend is going to pick me up in ten minutes." I glanced at him, grabbing my favourite mug, and the book I was reading. I walked downstairs, waiting by the front door, putting on my coat. Ten minutes later, my best friend Damien showed up, packing my stuff in the car for me.
