"Well you sit still" you growled, at your boyfriend. Who was currently tapping his foot on the ground, tapping his left index finger, and a red pen in his right hand simultaneously.
Since quarantine began Stiles classes had been held online through email and Zoom. While you had taken the semester off do to your work schedule-and horrible boss who refused to change said schedule-. Now that his school year is over, he had began to be a bit of a pain in the ass.
At first he clean around the apartment, once that was finished he decided to write various list of things to do after quarantine. However the list was done in five minutes and he couldn't think of anything to do. You offered multiple movies and show, but he claimed he had seen them far, too, many times. So you gave up and choose to work on editing photos from your camera your got last Christmas on your laptop.
While you tried to concentrate has you photoshopped a drunk guy in the back of a pack picture. Usually you wouldn't have even noticed him, paying close attention to the group. Nonetheless the man was so drunk you can see him spilling his drink on the poor woman beside him. Your concentration was interrupted by Stiles constant tapping.
"I'm not doing anything" he denied, looking over to you with confusion.
You were flabbergasted by his response. It astounded you that he couldn't hear the noise, or know what he had been doing. Yet the look on his face made you want to slap him upside the head.
"That's the problem! You're not doing anything, except tapping your foot, finger, and pen! It four o'clock, look up dinner recipes, or a new show to watch, hell I don't care if you watch Star Wars again at this point" you all but shouted.
"But I don't want to!" He throw his head back, whining.
"I don't care! You are divering me crazy! Do something! Anything!" Admitting to him the truth wasn't something you planned on doing, but it was getting, too, much." Baby, I love you, but your so bored and you may not like doing it but cooking dinner is at least some kind of activity" you explained to him.
Stiles knew you were right. It was just the thought of staying home for an extended amount of time seemed horrendous. Not that he didn't like spending time with you. He loved it. He wanted to take you places, even if it was a walk in the park. Normally he'd be find with staying indoors, just not when he's forced to.
"Do you really want me to cook" he sighed.
Guilt took over your emotions. As was his. You closed you laptop, setting it down on the coffee table in front of you. You looked deep into his eyes, seeing first hand how bad he felt for bothering you.
"I just don't want you to be bored" you said.
"Maybe instead of me making dinner, we make dinner. That way I don't accidentally created a kitchen fire.......again" he asked.
"I'd love to"
