Arabella's Pov:
Michael and I had been arguing all day long over the littlest, smallest, simplest things! First it was about him not taking the trash out, and then it was about me ignoring him, and then the most recent argument we had which was literally only about an hour ago, we argued about what we wanted for dinner. And NO! This time, it wasn't my fault, it was both of ours because he wanted McDonalds but I wanted to cook for him! So I pointed out that I felt like Michael wasn't appreciative of me, but then all he had to say was-
Michael: Arabella, open this fucking damned door!
Oh yea, I closed and locked the bedroom door in his face.
Arabella: No!
Michael: Arabella Jackson, open this fucking door!
Arabella: I will not open this door, UNTIL you apologize!
I walked away from the door as he let out a loud grunt.
Michael: UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arabella: Yea, "ughhhhhh!"
I was mocking him.
Arabella: I'm tired of arguing with you Michael!
I sat down on the bed and folded my arms, completely ignoring him.
And then all of a sudden-
BOOM!
BAM!
BAM!
WAS HE KICKING DOWN THE FUCKING DOOR?
AND DID HE JUST SUCCEED AT IT?!?
He ran at me full speed as I tried to get up from the bed and run he was able to pin me down by my wrists.
He knows what that does to me......
I began to cry though.
Arabella: Michael get off of me you're crazy!
Michael: Oh, so now, you wanna cry, NOW YOU WANNA CRY!
Arabella: Get the fuck off of me! FUCK YOU! AHAHAAAAA!
Michael kissed me and the shut me up, and we kept on kissing and in between kisses I kept saying-
Arabella: I hate you....
Michael: I love you too.
He wiped my tears.
Michael: Stop crying baby, stop crying.....just relax okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry boo, alright?
Arabella: Michael........
But I continued to keep softly crying.
Arabella: Yes......
As he kissed in my neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
And then I slapped him.
Arabella: Ah!
Michael: Ah!
And then we kissed again.
I removed the black jacket he was wearing and the white cast he had on his arm for fashion, I threw those things to the floor.
He ripped open my shirt as well.
After we undressed, we got straight to work.
.......................................
Arabella: Ah, ah, ah, aha!!!!
Michael: Fuck!
Yup, that explains a lot about OUR relationship.
