Reputation walked through the door of her bedroom after a, for want of a better word, shitty day. She had met up with some friends, but knowing her luck, drama ensued, and she was left in the middle, returning home stressed and with a persistent headache that pain meds couldn't seem to shake.
She placed her bag on the floor, and untied her Doc Martens, wrestling them off and kind of feeling like punching something and throwing them out the window in the process (I HATE TAKING MY DOCS OFF). Just as she was about to have a long awaited flop on her beloved bed, her girlfriend Lover appeared in the doorway.
"Hi Reppy! You didn't come to my room like you said," She embraced the taller girl, who gave her a quick squeeze and then shrugged her off gently to remove the dark grey zip up jacket that adorned her shoulders. While Rep loved her girlfriend, the last thing she wanted to do in that moment was talk.
"Sorry, I forgot," She murmured. She had made a promise to Lover that upon her arrival back home, she would come and spend some long-awaited quality time with her, which they had missed out on the last few days. Both of them were incredibly busy people. Well, Lover was admittedly more of a social butterfly, but between their schedules and running errands for the household, they both kept relatively absorbed in their tasks.
"It's okay, you're here now- you seem stressed though!" Lover noted her girlfriends tense shoulders and closed off demeanour, a position she rarely fell back into since meeting the bubbly blonde, but occasionally reverted to when she was under pressure or feeling overwhelmed. Rep nodded in dismissive agreement of Lover's statement, now turning away from the bed and sitting at her desk.
While she opened her laptop and scrolled through some emails and other unimportant notifications, Lover made another attempt to connect, placing her hands on Rep's shoulders and rubbing them gently. The action was generally comforting, and had been known to relieve Rep's tension in the past- so in Lover's view, it was worth a try.
However, when Rep shrugged her hands off, she took the hint and retreated, slightly hurt but understanding her behaviour as purely stressed. That was the obvious explanation- right? Lover placed herself down on the bed and scrolled through her phone for a while, noting the natural sunlight that flooded the room slowly dimming as the sun dipped below the horizon.
When a good chunk of time had passed, Lover decided to snap her out of the zoned out trance she was in and alert her that they were being called down for dinner.
"Reppy, Nine's calling us down for dinner, want to come?""Be down in a minute," She tilted her head very slightly in Lover's direction while speaking, and though she didn't admit it, Lover felt a tiny pang of hurt shoot through her heart. Why was her girlfriend hardly acknowledging her? Well she knew there had to be a reason, rationally at least, but rationality isn't particularly every persons strong suit, especially when their girlfriend is possibly mad at them.
After dinner rolled by, and Reputation did not , in fact, make an appearance, Lover began to worry more about her. Knowing that when she was stressed, her girlfriend often forgot to eat or take breaks from what she was doing, she decided to give her a gentle reminder to keep herself nourished and bring her up some pasta.
This was not taken very well.
"Reppy I thought you might like some dinner so I brought you pasta," Lover offered softly, placing the bowl down on the desk where the girl was still sat at her desk, enveloped in whatever she was doing that was so seemingly important.
"No thanks Lover," She brushed her off offhandedly, and though she didn't seem to notice, the use of her full name brought tears to the smaller girl's eyes. What the hell had she done wrong?
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