BoyxBoy Oneshots

Bittersweet

This oneshot was really just one big joke. I didn't take it seriously at all.

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I've been living with my boyfriend of two years for two months now. If anyone where to ever ask me what it was like being in a relationship, I'd say it was the most wonderful thing in the whole entire world, to love and be loved. Relationships are a beautiful thing. Or well..most of the time. As for me and my boyfriend..well..I would say our relationship can be kind of..

"Jules, where the fuck are you!"

Bittersweet.

"Living room." I called back to my just oh so loving boyfriend. Note the sarcasm. Now don't get me wrong, he can be sweet when he wants to be, but once one small little thing goes wrong in his life..he can be a tad bit moody, though I don't love him any less because of it. I know that he loves me and would do just about anything for me, and he knows that I love him and would do just about anything for him. And I like to think that's all that really matters in a relationship.

I forced myself out of my thoughts as my boyfriend came stomping into the living room, giving me a dirty look. "What's wrong, my dear?" I asked as calmly as I could. His stare intensified. "You know damn well what's wrong." I tried thinking really hard as to to why he would be mad at me. There are so many possible reasons as to why he is mad. Think, Jules, think.

"Is it because I accidentally told your dad about just how kinky you are?"

He scoffed at me, "What- No," then his eyes got all wide, "YOU TOLD MY DAD WHAT?" Whoops.

"U-um nothing, I didn't do that nope, why are you mad? Cause I really don't know."

He scoffed again. "Well that doesn't matter anymore, I'm now pissed at the fact you apparently told my dad I was 'kinky', you bitch."

"Look, I'm sorry, its just..you know how much I love to speak. You know I can't stop talking for the life of me, this is why you should never tell me things."

He stared blankly at me. I felt slightly bad. Slightly. This wasn't that big of a deal and he's my boyfriend, he should know what I'm like by now. Then again..I can't really blame that he trusts me..I should probably be appreciative of that considering he doesn't trust many people.....damn it, now I feel very bad.

"Max-y, darling, I really am sorry..........Hug?" I reached my arms out and gave a nervous smile, hoping he would just forgive me just like that, even though I knew it wasn't that easy with him. Despite that thought though, he leaned in and hugged me.

I thought he forgiven me. I thought we were all good now. I thought wrong. As he pulled away from the hug, he smiled his big, bright beautiful smile, and then back-handed me right across the face. It hurt like hell. I held my hand to my now burning cheek as I watched my beloved walk back down the hall and slammed a door shut.

Well, damn.

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I got him flowers. In hopes of getting him to forgive me. Though I know I probably have to do so much more to gain his forgiveness. Its been exactly 24 hours sense I last spoken to him and he practically took over our room, causing me to have to currently sleep on the couch. He could really get mad at the dumbest things. He must've been having a bad day yesterday.

I walked up to our bedroom door and knocked gently. "Lovely~." I called. Waiting a full minute until Max finally decided to open up the door. "What do you want?" He asked with a blank stare on his face.

"I got you flowers." I said, handing him the flowers.

He smiled at me as he grabbed the flowers, but once again I was a fool for believing he was forgiving me. He all of a sudden got all angry and through the flowers at me. "I don't want them." He said.

I all of a sudden started getting all agitated and angry. "Why are you so mad? This is a very stupid thing to be mad about."

He gave me a look. "I'm not mad at any specific thing, I'm mad at the fact you can't keep your damn mouth shut and I literally can never trust you with anything. I want to be able to trust you." He clutched the side of the door tightly. I felt bad. "I'm sorry, love, I try, I really do, but sometimes I just can't help but say something. You know how I am."

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You should try harder." He mumbled. "I know."

"Please forgive me."

He sighed deeply again. "Okay."

And once again, we were just fine.