❤️Arguments❤️

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by EmilyNazario

by EmilyNazario

This is not mine credit goes to the owner

Luke: "Luke?" You asked walking into the living room. "Yeah?" "Did you finish the peanut butter?" "Oh, yeah I did." His eyes still stuck on the TV screen, not moving to look at you. "Luke I specifically asked you not to eat it all of it. I needed it for the cookies I'm making. Ring a bell?" You two sat in silence for about 30 seconds, with his eyes still glued to the screen. Finally he turned to look at you. "What?" "Dis you not listen to anything I just said? Everything I tell you goes in one ear and out the other. I'm sick and tired of you never listening to me." Luke just rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV, angering you even more. "Don't be such a child, Y/N. It's just peanut butter. If you need more, go buy some, you're perfectly capable." "That's no the point!! The point is you never listen to me!" "You're not my mother, I don't have to listen to you! I'm not talking about this right now, just go." You huffed and walked away, into your bedroom, trying to hold back your tears of frustration.

Calum: Calum walked into the bedroom, where you were reading the new book you had gotten. "Hey Y/N, when you went to the store, di you get the stuff I asked for?" "Ummmmm what stuff?" You asked, not recalling. "Body wash and shampoo? I'm out." "Oh I knew I forgot something! I'm sorry, Cal I didn't." Calum groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his hair. "Y/N I don't have any! I can't use your girly stuff, I'll smell like cotton candy and mangoes!" You held back a chuckle. "Actually it's Pure Paradise and my shampoo is Coconut Vanilla, but okay. Calum, if you told me you needed this stuff BEFORE you ran out, this wouldn't be a problem." Calum looked at you in disbelief. "Are you seriously blaming me on me? You're the one who forgot what I specifically asked you to buy!" He yelled, his voice raising. "Calm down, Cal. Really. It's shampoo, I'm sure no one will think you're gay if you smell like coconut vanilla. It's okay." "You know what, I'm going to shower, and by the rime I get out you better have gotten me what I need. Damn, why can't you do anything right?" He asked storming into the bathroom and slamming the dorr and locking it before you could say 'Excuse me?'

Ashton: Ashton was standing in the kitchen, looking in the pantry when you walked in. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso. "Hi Y/N." As he removed your arms from his body. He grabbed chips and walked out of the kitchen, not throwing a glance your way. You watched as he went and laid down on the living room couch, turning on the TV. You followed, laying on the top of him and attempting to cuddle into his chest, when he threw you off. "Goddamn it, why do you always have to be touching me? If you haven't taken the hint by now, i don't want to be touched!" He yelled. You felt like you were about to cry, and you were very embarrassed. "I-I don't know. You're busy a lot so I.." You stopped talking as Ashton turned off the TV and walked upstairs, not listening to what you had to say.

Michael: Michael had begun to help out with household chores. Not anything big, like vacuuming, but small things, such as laundry , or wiping up the bathroom. Gotta start somewhere, right? So while you were sitting on your phone, Michael called to you. 'Hey Y/N, I'm starting a load of laundry!" "Okay Mikey, thank you!" You heard the washing machine start, and thought about the red dress that needed to be washed. You got up and walked to your room, grabbed the dress off of the bed and threw it in the wash with the load Michael had started.
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You were starting dinner, when you heard Michael yelling. "FUCK Y/N WHAT DID YOU DO?" "Um, what?" You shouted back. Michael ran into the kitchen with a wet shirt in his hand, mumbling, "Damn it." He held up the shirt, a pink Blink 182 shirt. "I was running a load of whites." He said clearly angry. Now you felt stupid, why didn't you check before you threw in the bright red dress? "I'm sorry, Mikey. I'll-" But he had thrown the shirt on the ground at your feet and stomped back to your shared room.