brandon and i got into a heated argument the other night and it didn't go well. usually our arguments are stupid and we laugh about them later but this one seemed serious. he wasn't having it at all tonight and it wasn't like him.
i was at the pm house at around 6 and we were just chillin in his room. we aren't that serious yet. we're still in our first month of dating so it's just a vibe right now, no 'i love you' yet.
basically we started talking about us and he said he felt worried about me. that i had too many guy friends. it wasn't the fact he didn't trust me it was how rude he was being and brandon is never ever like that.
"why are u so worried about my guy friends? you're my boyfriend. i don't want anyone else." i said
"how do i know that. how do i know your not some hoe. i mean you dress like one sometimes." he said in a snarky tone.
"brandon what? since when? where is this coming from?" i asked very offended.
"nowhere it's coming from nowhere. i just don't know if i can trust you or not. i mean we're new how can i." he added.
"we are new. that's the point of being in a relationship. you have to learn to trust me." i said not having it anymore.
"well how can i when you ditch me for your guy friends." he continued.
"b your working a lot. don't act like i don't make time for you. i'm allowed to have friends. you think your girl friends don't make me jealous? it doesn't mean i don't trust you!" i yelled.
"yea okay whatever. maybe you should go." he whispered as he walked to his door opening it.
"good idea." i mumbled grabbing my stuff while shaking my head.
i drove home very upset about what happened. it was so stupid but i was so offended. this was our first real fight considering he told me to leave. so the only thing that calms me down is painting. yeah hah ha i like to paint. not serious. just a hobby.
so i get all my paints, brushes, and canvas and sit in my living room blasting my frank ocean. i wasn't even thinking of brandon until i heard a knock on my door.
brandon's pov
after y/n left i couldn't stop thinking about how much of a dick i had been. she wasn't answering my texts or phone calls so i decided to drive to her house. as i was walking out the boys asked me where i was going.
"i fucked up i'll be back soon hopefully." i said chuckling.
"good luck b." nick said as all the boys smiled and cheered me on.
i arrive to her apartment and could here her music from downstairs. as i got closer i could here her favorite frank ocean song. damn she's upset. i knock and hear the music immediately shut off. she opened the door and there was different colors of paint all over her hands, arms, and legs and a little on her forehead. she looked so goddamn cute with her hair all messy and the paint all over. i peeked through the door and saw her canvas and paints sprawled all over her living room. i knew she was stressed. she does this to let loose.
"you weren't answering your phone. but now i see why. can i come in?" i asked.
she opened the door wider letting me in. i sat on her couch and she sat on the floor with her paints. i was looking down at her admiring her. i really like her. a lot.
y/n pov
"can i ask why your here?" i spoke up.
"oh yeah sorry. um i just wanted to come apologize about earlier. i was being a dick and that wasn't like me at all. work just has me stressed. and i'm upset that i have to leave you because this is going really good in my opinion and i don't want to scare you away with my job." he said.
"b your job doesn't scare me. i love seeing you so passionate about music. i mean yeah it sucks sometimes but i'd take it any day if it means i can be with you. i get it your stressed. it's not a big deal." i added grabbing his hands.
"yeah but it's not an excuse for me to be a dick. i don't know why i called you a hoe. what the fuck is wrong with me.i trust you. i really do. and you don't dress like a hoe. at all. your bad as fuck baby. not a hoe. i don't even know where that shit came from." he laughed.
"it's alright babe. we're all good." i said kissing his hands.
he took his hands away and said, "can i have a canvas?"
i smiled with my teeth and shouted an 'of course baby' as i ran to my closet to grab one.
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