**Rated**
A very angry Demi stormed into the living room where Wilmer was cozily watching TV with his feet placed on the coffee table and a bottle of beer in his hand. He was laughing because of the program he was watching.
"Wilmer!" She yelled, angry. Wilmer turned his face around to see her. "Oh, hey nena" He gave her one sweet smile, like he used to do. But this time, Demi did not appreciate his smile.
"What the heck are you doing?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips for emphasis.
"Um... Watching TV, what about you?" Confusion was clear in his voice.
"Wilmer, can you please explain me why our room is invaded by your nasty clothes on the floor?!" Demi almost yelled.
"I was running late for work" Wilmer defended himself and turned his face to the TV screen again.
"But you could've collected them after work instead of grabbing that beer and watch stupid TV shows"
"Demi, chill, I'm tired, okay?" He said, letting out a sigh and then he pretended to yawn.
"Screw you" She mumbled.
"I'll pick up those clothes later, alright?" Wilmer said, trying to calm Demi down.
She shook her head in desbelief, grabbed the apartment keys anf was about to leave but Wilmer's voice stopped her.
"Nena, where are you going?"
"I'm going for a walk. I need fresh air and to be alone" And after that, she left the apartment, slamming the door behind her back.
Wilmer shrugged and went on watching TV.
Demi was really stressed. Work was being really hard, the media was as annoying as always and moving in with Wilmer had turned out to be another pressure for her.
Like 30 minutes later, she decided it was about time to go back and so did she.
Sighing, she opened the door and was ready to cuddle with Wilmer but what she saw when she entered the living room, caused her to push away the desire of cuddles.
Wilmer was sleeping on the couch and she guessed he had done nothing but lay there.
As the anger filled up her body, she went upstairs to check the bedroom. Wilmer's clothes where still there on the ground and that bring her to the edge of patience.
She ran down the stairs, entered the kitchen, filled up a glass with water and then went to the living room and threw the cold water on her sleeping boyfriend.
"What the actual fuck?!" Wilmer yelled as he immediately woke up. His eyes reaches Demi.
"Are you insane?!"
"Yes, you're driving me insane!" She yelled.
"What is wrong with you?" Wilmer stood up.
"What is wrong with me?! Okay, let's get this straight... I came back from an exhausting day at work, wanting to cuddle my boyfriend and watch some movies or something but what I find is a nasty man lying on the couch, watching TV while drinking beer. Okay, I don't have a problem with that but... Then I went upstairs and saw the mess in our bedroom... And you fucking said you would clean it and all you did was sleep on that fucking couch! And you fucking dare to ask ME what's wrong?!"
She gasped for air and looked into Wilmer's eyes. If glares could kill, Wilmer would be dead.
"I was also tired, Demi, you need to understand that"
