Alejandro Rosario - It doesn't matter if you say something or not. He’s so in his own yelling and doesn't pay attention on you. But you’re not better than him by doing the same since 20 min. The whole situation is hopeless and you have enough of screaming. “You know what? If you can’t deal with it, I'll go.”, you scream to finally end this senseless thing. Of course you’re not willing to leave him forever. But this argument has gone too far. “Great!”, he slams the door of your bedroom and all what’s left is silence. You take your bag, not really sure what this means now. Was it the end? Fear rushes through your veins. That’s not what you’ve expected and what you want. Nevertheless you open the door, still insisting on your decision. There he was, sitting on the floor, his head down. “You don’t have to.”, he whispers and looks up to you. It’s impossible to go without paying attention on him. So you sit next to him and lay your head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to.” Softly, he kisses your hair and takes your hand. Just to make clear, that you two belong together, no matter what happens.
Anthony Reeves - Me and Anthony have been fighting for a while now. I didn't even know what we started fighting over, but it was probably something stupid. It's been like this for weeks. Anthony gets mad about something and we start fighting. He eventually gets tired of fighting and goes to our room only to apologize in the morning. I'm getting tired of all this back and forth fighting. "I'm done!" I shout running my hands through my hair in frustration. "Done with what?"Anthony asks annoyed. "With us." I reply gesturing between Anthony and I. "I'm done with all this fighting. I'm sick of it." "And what are you going to do about? Are you going to leave?" Anthony says testing me. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I will." I said walking over to where I left my purse. "Fine leave! I dont even care anymore!" Anthony shouts, encouraging me more to just leave for a while and rethink things. Just as my hand grasped the door knob someone sharply pulled me away and pressed me up against the door. It was Anthony. "Anthony im really tired of all the fighting we've been doing lately. If it keeps up I will leave." I say wrapping my arms around his neck. "I know baby, I'm done fighting with you. I hate it." Anthony says placing his lips on top of mine. Anthony kept his word and we didn't fight as much as we did.
Blake gray- “You don’t know how I feel. I can’t deal with it.”, you yell at him, trying to make him speak. It’s always the same when you fight. He says it’s your fault, you try to defend yourself, he leaves you alone with your thoughts, you yell them at him and he acts like it’s not his business. “Blake! Don’t you want to say something?” It’s hopeless. You began to cry not knowing what you could do to get a reaction of him. But he still sits there not moving, his way to show you that he’s angry. “Fine.” This is too much. You stand up, get your shoes on and pick up your jacket. A last time you try to speak with him: “So, I go.” - No reaction. It’s not that you’ve expected something. You turn around and grab the keys, the anger now replaced by sadness. As you turned the door handle, he finally spoke. “Don’t. Please stay.” You stop in your movement. “Why?” It’s a whisper, but you know that he hears it; he stands behind you. “Because you want to. And I want to. We can work this out together. I promise. But stay.” His hand now on top of yours. You turn around, look him right in the eyes and it’s clear that you wont go.
Bryce hall - "Really, (Y/N), you would do this to me?" You roll your eyes. Bryce's been accusing you of cheating on him with Josh repeatedly. "Bryce, I didn't do anything to you. Can't you get that through your thick skull?" You look up at Bryce when he doesn't respond to you. His face is red with anger. "Well, if I didn't have proof of you doing it, then I would let it pass!" You jump a little bit when he screams. "What proof?" He wiggles his phone in front of your face. "This!" He's right. It's a picture of you and Josh kissing.
But of course, it's photoshopped. You laugh. "Bryce, it's photoshopped. Look." He doesn't believe you, and keeps yelling.
"Look, if you don't trust me with your best mates, then I'll just leave you alone," you say while grabbing your car keys. As you make it to the door, you feel something tug on you jacket.
It's Bryce. "Would you really leave?" He says just above a whisper. You don't reply, looking into his eyes. "Would you?" He repeats. You look down at the ground. "(Y/N), please don't leave. Please. I'm so sorry for yelling at you." His eyes tear up, and a few run down his cheek. Gently, you take your thumb, and wipe away his tears. Then, you engulf him in a hug, "I'm not going to leave you," you whisper in his ear, running your hand through his hair.
