You were woken up by the sound of Shawn stomping and throwing things around. Concerned, you sit up.
"What's wrong babe?" You ask.
"Nothing." He snapped.
You knew after that, that he was in a bad mood. So you just rolled your eyes and went back to sleep.
Only a few minutes after that, you were woken yet again, from Shawn. He slammed the bathroom door shut to take a shower. You just giggled at him cuss when he dropped the bottles of soap.
It was around 10am, so you decided to get up and just go down stairs.
"Where the hell are the fucking towels?!" Shawn yelled.
You groaned and got a towel from the basket and gave it to him. He snatched it from you.
"You should always make sure you have a towel before you take a shower." You say like a smart ass, crossing your arms and smiling.
He gives you a look. "Shut up." He mumbles under his breath, slamming the door in your face.
He was beginning to make you in a bad mood. You go back down stairs with a pillow and blanket, hopping to get some more sleep. With no luck, you just turn on a movie.
Then Shawn comes down.
"Why the fuck are you watching this junk." Shawn spat.
You roll your eyes. "Maybe because I want to." You say back.
"Whatever." He says going into the kitchen.
Every time he slammed a cabinet, you'd jump.
"Why don't you get your ass in the kitchen and cook something?" He scoffed, throwing himself onto the couch beside you.
"No." You say with an attitude. Now you were pissed at him.
He cusses under his breath a few more times.
"Why are you being such a dick Shawn!" You yell standing up.
He stands up too. "Maybe because I'm so fed up with everything. I'm so fucking stressed out and you're making it 10x worse." He spat again.
"Go take a nap." You say handing him a pillow and blanket.
He takes it and goes upstairs, of course, slamming the door behind him.
