A Book Of Random Stories

✏️Little Arguements✏️

This one I wrote about my boyfriend in the car. Just an ✏️IDEA✏️

Marks POV

I fucked up big time. When Bridget got home, we got in the little argument. Which turned into a big argument. It was mostly my fault because all Bridget wanted was to spend more time time with me and I flipped my shit, which I shouldn't have. She sat on the bed, twisting her promise ring, which is what she did when she was nervous. I was pacing and rambling over reasons why I was so busy.
   "So everything else is automatically more important than me?" She asked.
   "Ugh, SHUT UP! You're so hard to be near!" I said, which I immediately regret. She stared wide eyed. I realized what I said when she slowly walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I cursed myself and waited a couple minutes before going into the bathroom. When I opened the door, I saw Bridget leaning over the sink, head down, and wet cheeks. I walked behind her and hugged her waist. She just breathed out and turned in my arms towards me.
   "I thought I was hard to be near?" She said, eyes wandering from each tile on the floor. I lift her chin with my finger and kiss her nose.
   "No, you're not. I'm sorry..." I said, pecking her forehead. She sniffled and turned back towards the sink, looking at our reflection.
   "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it, I hope you didn't mean it." I hug her tight.
   "No, I didn't, I love being around you and thats why I gave you that ring..." I saw her smile in the mirror and turn around. She stood on her tippy toes and grabbed onto my neck. We stayed like that until I felt Bridget squirm out if my arms and walk back into the bedroom. She laid in the bed and made grabby hands at me. I chuckled and flopped down next to her.