chase was getting on your nerves. yelling and blaming you for everyone, he's never happy with anything you do. thinking about this, kinda noticing how much it sucks. it's 7:00 am on a friday. chase isn't up, of course. he's get up at like..noon. he really needs to fix that. you wanted to talk to him, but he would yell, then you would yell, then a fight would start.
because he is..
so
damn
sensitive.
he'd act like your not his girlfriend, and he's not your boyfriend. you started chewing at your nails out of habit. chase was either gonna get up or you would get him up yourself. a few minutes past and you ran upstairs. you went into his room and tried to get him up. "chase!"
"chase, get the hell up!"
he didn't even budge. was he dead?
"ugh! get up!"
he groans. "ugggghhhh..."
"get the hell up and get downstairs."
a few minutes pasted. you saw a sleepy chase. you always had a soft spot for when he was like this.
his hair was messy and soft.
his voice raspy and deeper then usual.
ugh. this sucks.
"what do you wanna talk about?" he mumbles to you. "well.."
"us."
"what the hell do you mean 'us'?"
"i just feel like.. you kinda don't like me anymore?"
"shut the hell up. you know i love you! i've been trying to keep this relationship from falling apart!" he yells at you. like usual.
"then why are you blaming me for everything that goes wrong?! one minute i'm speaking calmly the next you're screaming at me!"
"you know that's not true!"
"well it is chase. accept that we're not working out..please.."
"that's because you don't wanna commit!
"i-"
"shut up."
"fuck you."
