Will We Talk?

87- Mood (Sam)

Sam's POV:

I'm not sure what made me want to play on my Play Station, but the desire was there and I took it- ADHD and all. It was no question I'd be playing on Fifa- a sacred game from my childhood- and no doubt was I going to fall asleep on the sofa tonight, just like when I was youthful. And yes, I was aware that Evelyn might not be the biggest fan of what I was about to preoccupy myself doing.

Just as I leant forwards to put the disc into the console, Evie's irritation quickly became evident,
"Seriously, Sam?" she watched me with a warning eye, remaining sat to my side as I sorted my game out.

"What?" I questioned as I grabbed the remote to change the TV source, unsure as to why exactly she was pissed off, especially after a long day of not talking. I mean, the least she can do is put her big girl pants on and enjoy the experience. She can cuddle up in my lap, speak to me, play against me.

"You're 25 and playing Fifa." she rants at me suddenly, "Most 25 year olds are married and are discussing families."

And that was when I knew I was in the dog house for the foreseeable. Just the pure venomous tone from her mouth was enough to prove it. It didn't really phase me because I understand how a 25 year old man playing some childhood games can look stupid, but I hadn't been getting my fix recently, having been on tour. That's the only thing I'd change to the tour busses we get- add a gaming console- because I know the 1 v 1s in Fifa would be mental.

"Is this you hinting at something?" I jokingly ask, settling my frame forward and moving the joy-cons. However, my lightheartedness wasn't really appreciated by Evelyn as I felt her eyes on me, looking with so much rage that it felt like something was singeing into the back of my head.

"No, Sam." she snaps, "I'm going to bed now, goodnight."

The love of my life stands up from the sofa, gives me a half-hearted peck to the lips and storms off down the hall and into the bathroom, the sound of the shower's water hitting the floor echoing around the flat. At that moment, I knew she'd be fine on her own as I sat back on the sofa and splayed my legs in front of me, prepared to begin my few games of Fifa.

Well, a few turned into many many many more games. When I felt myself begin to doze off, it alerted me that it was time to return to my lovely girlfriend's side and finally go to bed. And so, I turned the TV off then headed to the kitchen and grabbed the two of us a glass of water each, unknowing whether or not Evelyn had one, but it's better to be safe than sorry. I knew I'd fucked up. It was clear Evie didn't want me to play, but here I was a couple of hours later returning to her. So a glass of water should be the least of my worries.

It seemed that she was sound asleep when I walked in, her form curled up in a ball as she faced the door, which was unusual for her. Normally, she'd be facing the other way, towards my side of the bed, but seemingly, she'd been practicing ways in which she'd show me subtly that I've upset her. And I've upset her by playing a game. Now, I'm not too sure which side of the story is more childish. Me: a 25 year old man and the person actually playing the children's game, actually trying hard at it. Or Evie: the woman who went in a strop with her boyfriend over playing on a video game. We've broken up before and had arguments over more extreme things, but now it just feels like I'm walking on egg shells with her. I mean, come on, what's the big deal with Fifa? She could've played with me or fell asleep on my on the sofa. But no, she's choosing the hard way about it.

Gently, I placed her glass on her bedside table, feeling proud of myself as I noticed she didn't actually bring one to bed. I then crouched down and lay a kiss to her temple, my hand resting on what I guessed was her hip under the duvet, before going into our en suite and sorting myself out for bed. While in there, I heard a lot of shuffling from in the bedroom as well as the switching on of a light. Which one, I'm unsure, but I hoped she hadn't done a runner.

As I walked back in, she was sat with her head resting on the headboard and a smile on her face, "Enjoy?" she spoke.

"Aye. You should've stayed up." I replied, approaching the bed and discarding my shirt from my body, "Or fell asleep in there, it seems like I've woken you up anyways."

She just shrugged, her tired eyes looking me up and down, "I just think I needed my bed."

I hummed in response, simply getting under the sheets and wrapping an arm about her waist as my head rested on my pillow. Almost immediately, one of her hands met my head and her fingers began to caress my locks, which could do with being tamed.

"Sorry for being rude, I think I was just tired." she admitted rather sheepishly, reaching for her water with her free hand, "I need to stop getting petty with you."

"It's fine, baby." I half lied, feeling my eyes getting heavy at the relaxing sensation.

She puffed out a sigh, "It isn't, though. It's uncalled for and it makes me out to be someone I'm not."

"Have you seen Cassie recently?" I question, genuinely trying to fix what was clearly going on with her.

"I saw her the other week." she replied vaguely. The other week could be any week in the span of two months with Evie.

"When's your next session? Did you arrange one?" I pry.

She waits for a while, taking her time to ponder, "Next Tuesday."

"Okay." I smile.

We lay in silence for a while, my eyes getting more and more tired by the minute as her nails against my skull comforted me greatly. She was seemingly getting tired too as her rhythm began to falter and her head began to nod.

"Eves?" I spoke up in the quiet and she snapped from her daze, "We should sleep."

And we did.