"I hate it how you do this!" Briar yelled, throwing his bag at her boyfriends chest.
"Oh stop being so dramatic" Myles laughed, rolling his eyes.
It pissed her off even more how calm he is being, and that he isn't taking this seriously.
"Can you be serious for one fucking second!" She yelled, clenching her fists in frustration.
"I'd rather not" he said, knowing he's annoying her.
"Can you just clean up for fuck sake!" She hissed, throwing his stuff at him.
He simply just watched it fall to the ground again.
"I know where everything is so I'd appreciate if you left it how it was" he said sarcastically, smiling.
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know I hate it when it's messy and you're doing it to piss me off. I'm going to kill you if you don't clean this shit up!" She yelled.
"Can you calm down" he groaned, a smirk still on her face.
"I will slap that smirk off your face" she glared, crossing her arms over her chest.
He laughed, leaning against the couch, grabbing his bag and tipping everything onto the floor.
She grunted, her fists turning white.
"You little-" she started to yell, before Myles stepped towards her and kissed her.
She was surprised, and would of fallen over if he didn't wrap an arm around her waist.
She quickly kissed back, the kiss getting heated quickly.
He pulled away, a smirk on his face.
"You're hot when you're mad" he smirked, his hands moving up and down her waist.
She glared. "I hate you right now" she muttered.
"You kissed back though" he smirked.
"I can't help it" she grunted, kissing him again.
