Why Don't We Preferences

First fights

{Much angst.... whoops?}

Jonah Marais: 

The fame got to his head.

"Hey Y/N can you go get me the popcorn in the microwave and a water bottle?" Jonah asked, just as you sat down.  You gave him a look.  

"Really?  I just sat down!" you groaned, standing up to grab the popcorn.  You placed the bowl of popcorn down on the table next to Jonah's spot on the couch and stayed there for a minute.  His eyes never left the damn screen and your anger grew.  It was supposed to be a relaxing movie night, since the boys went to bed early.  But the fame went to Jonah's head and it ticked you off.  Huffing, you grabbed a water bottle and stalked back to the couch.  "HERE!  CATCH!" in a fit of fury, you chucked it as hard as you could at Jonah.  He barely had enough time to grab a pillow to shield himself.  He stood up, outraged.  

"What the hell?!  All I freaking asked was for water and the popcorn!" he seethed.  

"Oh really?  So the night before you didn't ask me to make dinner after I just got off of work?" you crossed your arms over your chest.  

"What?  I was hungry," he shrugged.  

"You're insufferable Jonah!  Can't get off your lazy ass to get your own fucking popcorn!  Can't get your own fucking water bottle!"  

"At least I'm bringing home money to support us!  I think I deserve a break when I get home!"  

"I work just as hard as you, so what about me?  Huh?  I wasn't aware the relationship we have is Jonah-eccentric!  Is it?  Answer me!"

"Uh... guys, could you.... maybe tone it down a little bit, please?" Daniel asked, entering the living room.  

"I'm sorry Daniel, I didn't mean to wake you up, I was just leaving anyway," you apologized, casting a very venomous glare Jonah.  It wasn't till you closed the door, he began feeling the effects.  

"God Daniel, I can't believe I made her do all that stuff," Jonah groaned, slumping on the couch with his head in his hands.  

"Me neither, good night bro," Daniel said apathetically.  No doubt he was a little salty about being woken up.  

Daniel Seavey:

He kissed a girl other than you.

"I was not all up on her," Daniel scoffed.  You rolled your eyes and slammed the bathroom door, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.  

"Yes, yes you were Danny, don't deny it," you replied.  Daniel groaned, leaning against the painted wood.  

"You're overreacting!" he shook his head, pushing off the door and going to the bedroom.  

"You let her cling to you like a freaking koala!  You let her take all these photos with her, any way she wanted you posed, you listened!" you sighed.  

"So?  She's a fan, she's what gets me money!"

"So it's about money," you stated rather than asked.  

"No, not all of it.  It's for us, why can't you see that, are you blind?" he huffed.  You bit your lip to keep from lashing out.  

"Sorry if I'm not instilled with confidence.  Sorry I can't be as trusting despite past relationships.  I'm sorry I didn't fucking know she was a fan.  I'm sorry, because everything is all my fault," you mocked sarcastically.  

"Where the fuck is this shade coming from?" Daniel's brow furrowed.  

"Why are you so relaxed about the fact that you let her kiss you?" you questioned.  "A full on kiss too!  Do you have any respect for this relationship?"