Rooster Teeth One Shots

Michael X rbkhAH

I got out of my car and grumbled to myself, slamming the car door as hard as I could not caring if I broke the piece of shit. I carried my stack of papers I needed to grade up the stairs into my apartment. I knocked on the door a few times waiting for Michael to answer the door as I couldn't grab my keys out of my bag. After a minute or two I gave up, I put the papers down and grabbed my keys and unlocked the door. I grabbed the papers and walked in, kicking the door shut. I looked around the apartment.

It was a fucking shithole. 

"Michael?" I said looking at him playing on the Xbox. 

"Oh hey Bekah," he said cheerfully.

"I thought you were going to tidy the place up?" I said though gritted teeth.

Silence.

I dumped the papers on the couch next to him and ripped out the power cord.

"What the fuck Bekah!"

"MICHAEL VINCENT JONES SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I screamed at him. He sunk into the couch like a child being scolded."Now I am working my ass off right now and I asked you the simple task on your day off to tidy the apartment because it looks like a bomb has gone off. The kitchen counters are full of dirty dishes, the table is covered in take out trash, there are dirty clothes everywhere! How the fuck can you live like this? It is vile. All you've done today is play Xbox and stuff your face with food. So basically what you do at work." I'd only just realised that tears were streaming down my face. "I was meant to spend tonight grading papers but instead I am having to tidy up this apartment once again because you are incapable of helping me out with little things. See if you tidy up your stuff after using them then this wouldn't fucking happen! Why do you live here Michael? So you have a personal maid?!"

"Because I love you!" he yelled back. My mouth shut in shock. "I fucking love you Bekah! You make me so happy, I love being able to see you every morning and hangout with you every evening. It kills me to see you go out of dates with assholes who I know aren't good enough for you. And I know I'm no where good enough for you because I can't even clean up the fucking apartment. I know you don't feel the same way but I just needed to get this off my chest. And Bekah I'm really sorry I didn't clean up. Go sit down and I will tidy this up. I will not sleep until I do."

"M-Michael... I didn't know you felt like that... I feel like that too..." A smile started to grow on this face, "but..." the smile disappeared, "I- I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship after my last one. It- it was tough, and I tried going on dates to force myself to move on but I can't. Not yet."

Michael put his hands on my shoulders.

"Bekah, it's okay. I understand, I will wait or we can go slow. Whatever you want. I will always be here for you no matter what." I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Slow."