ninjago imagines

Lloyd - fight

#41 Haha, I've been wanting to write a fight because of Lloyd's age for a bit. So here y'all go.

"You forgot my birthday!" I yelled at Lloyd with the utmost anger I felt filling in me. My blood boiled, my head spinning. He was always innocent just because he was the green ninja. But the green ninja forgot a day that was meant to be spent with the both of us.

"It's just a birthday!" He reasoned, his voice shouting back as well.

My voice was faltering at his protest. "I- I thought you cared about them. You throw these huge extravagant parties for everyone, and all I wanted was just to hang out with you. But you tell me, over text, that you made plans."

"I'm sorry!" He threw his arms out dramatically.

"You're sorry?! I was waiting for you for the past three hours and then you explain why!"

"My phone was dead for most of it until I found a place to charge it." Bullshit. Crap was coming out of his mouth. I didn't believe it.

"Most of what?! What was so important that made you cancel three hours into our in house date?" I mocked, my hands on my hips.

"It's none of your business!" He shot back.

Not this again. "Now we're back to you keeping everything from me. We talked about this!" I was livid. Overall I was hurt. He said he would start being open towards me. He promised that he would at least try.
This sort of thing couldn't have been so important for him to keep.

"You expect me to spill everything to you?" Lloyd's face creased in confusion.

"I do!"

"That's your own fault. No one said you should be an open book!" I felt my heart clench.

"I'm only an 'open book' with you! Why can't you be like that with me?!" I whine, my voice still stronger than ever.

"Because I don't want to." He shrugged nonchalantly.
I was done. I was so done.

"Then I don't think this is going to work," I concluded.

"Fine, if you want to know so badly," he said, fishing his hand in his pocket, "here." He threw the box on the table between them. "I was looking for a ring for you. And here I thought I wanted to marry you."

"Marry me?" I glanced at the ring then back right into his devilishly amazing eyes. "Are you insane?!"

"What?" He asked, baffled by my response.

"You're seventeen Lloyd! I'm twenty-two!" My voice strained.

"Are you saying my age is in the way?"

"Yes! You're still a minor, you can't legally marry."

"I'm practically twenty-two."

"'Practically'. Not mentally."

"Y'know what? I don't want to marry you, that's it were over." His hand was in a flat line, swiping across his neck.

I shrugged. "Fine by me."

"Fine."