Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Fight} J.M

"I'm home!" I called as I walked through the door.

"No one cares!" Jonah called back.

"About you? Oh it's about time you noticed" I winced, acting sad for him. I smirked after walking into the kitchen.

Me and Jonah never got along, I'm best friends with Corbyn and Eben and they both suggested I moved in. I hesitantly agreed, not wanting to interfere with their music.

"Tell that to my millions of screaming fans sweetheart"

"They scream for the music, not you"

"And who makes the music?" He smirked, I emerged into the living room where he sat.

"The boys" I shrugged.

"And i" He corrected me.

"You are back up vocals" I fired.

"At least I have my life figured out and I don't work at a shitty low life job" He spat.

"It's not a shitty low life Jon Jonah. It pays well and it's something"

"You work at a bar and basically get your money from gross old men hitting on you as you wear slutty outfits." He sounded protective of me, weird. Jonah doesn't care about me.

"What's it to you? You get your money from little girls buying your merch and albums"

"At least I can keep the clothes on my body, and at least I don't hook up with old wrinkly dudes"

"Oh you wish you could hook up with me " I spat. He was starting to get on my nerves, I didn't hook up with old men, I didn't hook up with anyone frankly.

"Only in your dreams babe"

"Already in yours" I whispered. I might hate the guy but feelings are weird to catch.

"What was that?" He smirked.

"Nothing!" I yelled.

"What's your problem?"

"I dont know! Maybe I just hooked up with a wrinkly old man!" I yelled. I started to walk up stairs when I heard Jonah groan.

"Y/N" He whined.

"Find a girlfriend to whine to"

"I have my eye on someone but she is to damn stubborn" He yelled.

I heard his footstep come up behind me on the stairs.

"So stop being so damn stubborn" his hands landed on my hips as he spun me to face him.  Pulling me down one step he collided his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as fireworks were lit in my stomach,  screw butterflies.

"Will you stop being so damn stubborn?" He asked again.

"Maybe" I smirked as I connected our lips one last time.