"Can you please get off the game and do the dishes?" I ask, rubbing my temple, my eyes closed. My boyfriend, Chresanto, and I have been going back and forth about this for the past ten minutes.
"Yanna, I told you, I'll do it later." He shrugs.
"That's what you said yesterday." I huff. "And I ended up doing them."
"Please, shut up." He groans. "You nag all day."
"Should be something your used to." I mumble.
"And what does that mean?"
"I mean, between me and your mother." I trail off.
"What'd I tell you about trying to bring her into everything?" He asks, pausing the game.
"The same thing I told you about planning that stupid game all day. Don't do it." I roll my eyes.
"Keep it up." He huffs, going back to the game.
"Jack ass." I mumble.
"I'm not a donkey."
"Sure look like one." I roll my eyes, grabbing my phone.
"Bruh, this attitude is working my last nerve."
"And what are you gonna do about it? Not a thing." I scroll down my instagram.
"See? All you wanna do is argue. All day. I said I'd do them later, and I will." He raises a voice.
"Mhm." I hum, not paying him any mind. I'll end up doing them later, while he plays the game.
He snatches my phone. "Look at me, I'm not on the phone, bruh."
"Bruh, bruh, bruh, that's all I hear." I try to take it back. He does say bruh a lot when he's mad.
"Nah, you ain't gettin' it now. You wanna start a argument then try to ignore me." He holds it above his head, knowing I will not be able to reach it.
"This is so childish." I groan. "Give me my phone."
"Give me my phone." He mocks.
I laugh angerly, my leg bouncing. I snatch the game controller. "Fine, be that way." I put the controller behind my back.
"Stop, bruh." He tries to take it from me, without allowing me a chance to grab my phone.
"Stop, bruh." I mock him, making a face. "I'm for real, get off of me before I break the stupid thing."
"I dare you."
"Great." I say, dropping it on the ground. I step on it.
"Yanna!" He yells.
"Chresanto!" I yell back.
"How about I break your phone then?" He asks, stepping closer.
I push him back, "Do it and I'll break the playstation."
"Ha, you're funny." He laughs, dropping my phone behind him on the ground.
"Don't test me, boy." He makes a move to step back, but I pull him forward. "If you break my phone." I trail off.
"Oh, me stepping on it won't break it, but you ain't getting it back so it doesn't matter anyway." He shrugs.
"Give me my phone."
"You broke my controller!" He yells.
I go to move around him, but he turns around, grabbing it, holding it above his head again. "Stop, Santo!"
"Okay." He nods, throwing my phone across the room.
"I swear, if you broke my phone." I mumble, going to get it. My screen had one small crack, but it still made me furious.
"You're a jerk!" I yell at him.
"At least I'm not a stuck up, spoiled brat!" He yells back.
I stomp up stairs, slamming the bedroom door. He comes in right after me. "Don't slam my doors."
"Um, hello, I pay fifty percent of the bills. I'll slam whatever I want!" I open the closet door, slamming it, and I do it again, and again, and again, just to make him angry. He cracked my phone.
He grabs the door, holding it open. "Stop slamming the door before you break it."
"You're not my dad, I'm a big girl." I try to slam it closed again.
He goes to my dresser, knocking over my box of books to donate. He opens the top drawers, throwing clothes all over the closet. I go to stop him, but he just moves to the second drawers. "Stop throwing my clothes!" I yell at him.
"It's my house. I pay fifty percent of the bills, I can do whatever I want." He mocks.
I go straight to a pair of Jordans I bought him. I grab a lighter from the dresser and go to the bathroom. "Don't mess up my shoes." He follows me, trying to take them.
"You threw my clothes everywhere."
"I didn't burn them." He stresses.
I light the lighter and he knocks the shoes out of my hand, into the sink. I cut the water on, and he grabs his shoes.
"Bruh, stop."
"Bruh, bruh." I say, like one of those parrots, "Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh-" He cuts me off, roughly pushing his lips to mine.
-So, I don't right Rated R scenes, that's left to you're imaginations.-
"You have got to stop being so stubborn."
"I will, if you do the dishes when you're supposed to." I smile.
"Okay, baby." He rubs small circles on my back.
"Then go do them." I laugh.
"I want to cuddle."
"After you do the dishes." I sing.
"Alright, Yanna." He chuckles, untangling himself from me.
"I'm sorry for breaking your controller." I apologize, looking up at him.
"It's okay. I'm sorry for cracking you screen, and throwing your clothes everywhere."
"It's okay, I'm sorry for slamming the door and trying to burn your shoes, and trying to drown them."
"It's okay." He smiles. He goes to walk about, but stops and turns around, leaning down to kiss me. "I love you."
"I love you too." I smile.
He walks out the room, hopefully to do the dishes, I grab the laptop. I order him a new controller, one that lights up in blue, since that's his favorite color. I do feel bad for breaking his controller, we don't really argue like that, where we start to break each others things.
So, this request was made by remmi_masmexy. Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading, vote/comment!
~Michele
Please excuse any mistakes, I wanted to get this up today.
