Imagines Book

4. Arguments

CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, SWEARING AND PROFANATIES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (G)

Your and Grayson's age is 21.

You

"I'll ask you again. Can you PLEASE help me move the bed?"

I walked into Grayson sitting on the couch with the TV on in the History channel.

The whole apartment is a mess and he's there doing nothing.

His head was low, with a smile on his face as he went through his laptop not giving a fuck about the assassination of John F. Kennedy or me.

"Grayson. Grayson!"

We just moved in together and he's already ignoring me and having premature deafness.

I walked over to him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. He looked at me as I cross my arms over my chest, him without saying a word. His face with a confused look, as he didn't know what I wanted, pissing me off more by the second.

Now that I had his eyes on me I walked over to the coffee table in front of him, taking the remote in my hand and shutting off the TV.

"Why would you do that for?! I was watching it" He argued a little too loud.

"First of all, don't yell at me when I try to get your attention. Second of all, your brain was stuck in your Mac, not the TV and third, I've been talking to you for a while."

I stop ranting as I see his eyes roll.

"You know what? I'll do it myself. Thank you! Three years of dating for this shit..." I mumble the last part as I approached our bedroom.

"Don't do it. I'll do it later, OK?" He said coming behind me still annoyed.

"I can do it myself I don't need you!" I insisted.

"You can't do it. You, girls are very weak and the bed its too heavy. You can't even carry the grocery bags..."

"Excuse me? Fucking sexist piece of shit!"

"I said I'll do it. And thanks but I already know I'm sexy, you don't need to remind me." He yelled.

He was standing by the door way looking at me as I waited for him to do what I pleaded: leave.

"Are you on your period or something...?" He trailed off.

"NO!" I walked over to him, pushing him out of the room and locking the door.

I pushed the bed with all my strength not moving it an inch. I went to the other side. Same results, not even a centimeter. It was too heavy for me.

Shit.

I stopped wasting my energy on such a failure. I layed on the bed instead, right in the middle of the room.

Grayson tried knocking the door down, demanding me to open it. "Can you please?" He said. I could see his fist coming through the door as he kept banging on it.

"Fuck you!" I shouted, giving up and seeing the truth in his words.
"You will once I get in there!" He yelled back.

I hear him back away, his big feet stomping on the ground. Calm hits me as I believe on the fact that he left me alone.

The knob jumps up and down and I remember the keys for all the locks of the flat were on the coffee table.

I self palm once he opens the door, walking towards me with an 'I told you' look and a smirk written all over his beautiful face.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to move it." He said frantically, almost laughing.

I rolled on bed, laying upside down avoiding his gaze with the blankets.

"I know" I mumbled. "And I hate you"

"No you don't. You love me"

Grayson dragged my feet to the edge of the bed and smacked my ass really hard.

"Ahhh! Shit! What the fuck? Grayson! That hurt like a bitch. Fuck you!" I cried pissed and not being able to feel my right buttcheek.

"Like I said before... You will later."

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