❗️ Slight sin ❗️
Neglect. Twelve shows in a row. It seemed all the boys cared about now we're these shows. There was even going to be one on your birthday. The first few shows you attended. Wanting to be the supportive roommate / girlfriend. But no, you had enough. The long nights you sat on his couch, your couch, waiting for him. The sleepless nights, worried.The nights that turned into early mornings, where he would return shirtless and sweaty. Not bothering to shower, but just getting into bed. What was he doing to you?
Tonight, or whenever he came home, Remington was sleeping on the couch. You weren't going to be manipulated anymore, and yet give him a piece of your mind. So like every night,you shower and put on loose shorts and an oversized band shirt. You scrolled through your phone before heading to bed. That's when you heard the door click.
"Babe," he whispered. You sit up and turn on the lamp. You sat up and put on your glasses. You sat there, glaring at the door as it creeped open.
"Oh! You're awake!" All you did was point to the living room.
"Y-you want me to leave?" He rarely ever stuttered. Did you break him? No, not this easy.
"Your aren't sleeping in here tonight!"
"Why!" He sniffed.
"Well I don't know! Tomorrow is my birthday for one, for two you don't even spend time with me anymore, and three I'm just pissed Okay!" You whisper yelled. "And you smell! When was the last time you showered!"
With that he sulked off to the bathroom. A few minutes later you heard him yell your name. You stood up an walked into the bathroom. Without being in there for a few seconds you found yourself pushed up against the shower door, being kissed by a naked Remington.
"WHAT THE FACK?!" You say in between kisses. He held your wrists above your head and kissed your neck. "I wanna make it up to you," he growled.
"No, uh-uh, get off of me and get in the shower you filthy boy," he looked you straight in your eyes, stunned. You took advantage of his pause and wriggled free. He finally got in the shower and you went to bed. Alone.
******
In the morning, you woke up, expecting the dreary feeling of no one. Instead, you were greeted with the smell of coffee and too much syrup on pancakes. You wrapped yourself in a fluffy robe and walked into the kitchen. You were still alone, but you hadn't dreamt it. There was some coffee, pancakes, and a note. An apology note. You groaned. The gesture was sweet but you still missed him.
Part two? I dunno..
