Imagine for mcgees ! I hope you like it! :)
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"I'm home!" My boyfriend, Scotty McCreery announced as he walked through the front door of our apartment.
I got off the couch and made my way over to the door to greet him. "Hi babe, how was your day?"
"Good. But tiring." He slid his shoes off and set them by the door.
I kissed his cheek and walked back out into the living and sat back down on the couch. I could see his reflection in the glass of our entertainment center as he entered the kitchen and just stood there looking around like he was lost.
I laughed and turned around. "Are you lost?"
He furrowed his eyebrows. "No, just wondering where dinner is."
I cocked my eyebrow. "Uhh, I didn't make dinner."
"You should. It's your duty to do so."
I was appalled. "Excuse me? My duty?"
He just looked at me like I was stupid. "For your information, mister, I ordered takeout for one because I wasn't sure if you would be home LATE again. So if you want dinner, use your own hands that work perfectly fine and make yourself some food. I ain't your little slave."
I got up and walked away towards the hall but stopped when I heard him mutter something.
I backed up and peered around the corner. "What did you say?"
"You heard me."
"I heard muttering, smart one. What did you say?"
"I said that you're incredibly annoying!"
"Hmmph. Okay. Fine. I'll just take my annoying self and go away."
I marched to our bedroom and grabbed my suitcase and began throwing my belongings inside.
"I'm sor-what are you doing?" Scott appeared in the doorway.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Does this annoy you?"
He walked over to me and pulled the suitcase away. "Camilla, stop."
"No Scotty. You said I was annoying so I'm freeing you from my annoying self."
"Camilla, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean it. Don't leave."
I stopped, looking down at my feet. "I don't know what happened to us." I whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"We used to be so good together. Lately we've been constantly bickering over little things. What happened?"
He sighed and sat down on the bed, pulling me over to him and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I don't know."
"Is it cause you're working constantly? Cause I'm currently unemployed and having trouble getting a job? Is that what's irritating us?"
"I'm not mad that you don't have a job. It's me. Working days on end for who knows how many hours a day has caused me to become irritable."
"Yeah. You're quite the jerk when you're tired."
He laughed. "I know, and I'm sorry. You're not annoying and it's not your duty to care for me. That was stereotypical of me to say and I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Will you unpack your bags?" He begged.
I laughed. "Yes." I kissed him and threw my stuff back into my dresser before crawling back in bed and cuddling up to him.
