Arabella's Pov:
Michael and I were busy arguing AGAIN, and this time it was about him not even noticing me anymore. Like I know we're married but it's like he doesn't even look at me anymore! But I've been thinking about it, and I 'd have to admit that, I think we both have changed over the couple of years we've known each other and I think I changed the most. I think it's just the way I am.
Arabella: Just listen to me Michael, please just listen to me!
Michael: I AM listening to you!
Arabella: No you're not!
I began to cry and Michael rolled his eyes when he saw that I WAS crying.
Michael's Pov:
I saw Arabella begin to cry, and I rolled my eyes at that. And I know it's wrong to brush off something like that. But I kind of felt guilty, I noticed that we HAVE been pretty distant lately.
Michael: Well I'm listening to you now Arabella!
Arabella: All I wanna do is hold you!!!
Michael: I don't wanna be held all the time!
Arabella: We haven't cuddle or hugged or kissed, we haven't even been intimate for a week straight! So when I wanna hold you it's all of a sudden a problem?
I just walked away, like a coward would.
Arabella: Oh yea, just walk away, walk away you coward-ass motherfucker you!
I stopped and turned around slowly.
Michael: What the fuck did you just say?
Arabella: That's right! You heard me! You act like a bitch and you're literally EVERY FUCKING STEROTYPE!
Arabella's Pov:
My tears were turning into straight anger droplets, of rage filled to the brim with it, so I picked up a fork and threw it at him, he's lucky it flew over his head, but he ducked and then got back up.
Michael: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND!?!?!?!?
Arabella: Yea, I'm a fuckin' psychopath! Fuck you!
I began to throw more forks and spoons at him, one of them hit his head.
Michael: Ow, that hit my fucking head Arabella! You're a bitch! You know what? FUCK YOU!
Arabella: You will never fuck me again honey boo, boo!
I stormed off into the room and locked the door.
He then began banging on the door.
This ladies and gentlemen, would be the SECOND time he kicked down the door.
Michael: Arabella please don't make me kick down this door!
Arabella: Fuck you!
It's too bad our relationship is "dangerous."
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Okay that was cringe I'm sorry, anyways, MOVING ON!!!!
Michael: Oh, oh fuck me? Fuck me? Stupid-open this goddamn door Ara!
I ignored him, and then BOOM!
The door flew open, just like that!
I'm surprised it didn't fly off of the hinges.
Michael: Really Arabella?
I just cried, my face in my hands and I was in the fetal position, just laying on the bed.
I heard him sigh and then I felt the bed sink, he was sitting on it, he gently placed his hands around my waist and pulled me in closer, I felt him softly kissing my back.
Michael: I'm sorry babe.....I know all you wanted is affection. I'm sorry.
I sniffled, wiped my tears, and turned around, I wrapped my arms around his waist and put my face in his chest.
Arabella: I'm sorry too.....
We were both in the wrong here I guess I could say.
Michael: You shouldn't have to ask for love from your husband!
Arabella: I'm sorry for throwing things at you and making you feel worse about this whole thing, this whole situation.
Michael: Look at me.
So I did.
We kissed.
Michael: I love you, okay, I love you boo.
I sniffled again.
Arabella: I love you too.
