Alejandro Rosario - You both sat on the opposite of the couch. It's been like this for thirty minutes. He hadn't said a word. These last five minutes, you couldn't help but just stare at him, hoping he would say something. Hoping he would say that he loves you. But he didn't say anything. He was staring at the TV, emotionless. And this was one of those moments you actually had no clue what to do. Did he want you to leave him alone? Did he want you to beg him for forgiveness? Did he want you to say sorry again and again and again? You didn't know... It felt so frustrating. So you let out a sigh and you stood up from the couch. "I'm sorry, Alejandro..." You quietly said. "I'm sorry I disappointed you. But I can't take it back. I'll make myself ready so you can go to the bedroom. I'll sleep on the couch... I hope it gives you time to think." And after saying that, you moved yourself to the bathroom. You couldn't help but slip a few tears while preparing yourself for the night. When you entered the living room again, he was gone. So that meant sleeping on the couch. You took a couple of soft sheets out of the closet and were ready to drape them over the couch, when you felt two warm hands, grabbing your waist softly. "You're not going to sleep on the couch..." His low voice whispered in your hair. He placed his hand on your lower back and led you to the bedroom. You crawled into the bed you shared with Alejandro. He pulled you into his chest. "I love you... Now sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow." You couldn't help but tighten your grip around his chest. That was one of those things that you loved about him: even when he's mad, even when he's furious, he still cared if you were ok or not. And he would push every angry feeling away, just to make sure you were fine.
Anthony Reeves - "Y/N, I asked you for one damn thing! Is it so hard to do just one thing for me?'' He yelled at you. "Anthony, I already said I'm sorry, I forg-,". "Yeah... of course... You forgot. Like you are so busy all day!" He said while grabbing his coat. "I'm going. Don't expect me back today.' And with that he slammed the front door shot. You stood there, frozen to the ground. You felt so stupid. A week ago he asked you to pick up his friend on Sunday (today) from the airport. He wasn't able to do it because of work in the studio. But today, you just totally forgot. His friend had called you multiple times, but your phone was dead. You only noticed you forgot when Anthony came home with a furious look on his face. And that was where he started yelling. And you couldn't blame him. You would be mad as well. But you felt awful about it. It was like he said, he asked you one thing... And now he was gone and you felt so empty. And you couldn't hide the fear you felt thinking he maybe wouldn't come back. Tears were silently rolling down your cheeks when you moved yourself to the bedroom, into the bed you and Anthony shared. You laid yourself down on his side of the bed and it didn't take long before your tears brought you to sleep. You woke up by the movement of the bed and when you opened your eyes, you kind of jumped to see Anthony sit next to you, almost immediately making a shushing sound to relax you. "Would it be okay if I take my place again?" He whispered softly. You looked at the time and you were confused seeing it was only 10 pm. He left at 6. You moved to your side again, to make room for him. But before you could turn your back on him, just to give him his space, he pulled you close to him. "I thought I wouldn't see you again today." You whispered into his chest. He sighed and tightened his grip on you. "Yeah... Well... I missed you... And I didn't know how I left you. So I wanted to come back." He paused for a while. "I'm sorry for making you cry..." "I'm sorry for forgetting what you asked me to do. I really don't know how I didn't remember it." Your voice broke with the apologizing words. "It's okay baby. Stop crying... please. Everything's okay. I forgive you. It's okay." And with those words the worrying made room for your tiredness again and you felt yourself slipping away in his arms.
Blake gray - He was giving you the silent treatment while driving home from a party. "Blake... Please... It really wasn't what you think it was! I told those boys to stop but they didn't." You tried but he just didn't reply. He kept driving. Eyes focused on the road. "I don't get why you didn't see me trying to push them away. I really did try. But when there are three guys trying to fuck you it gets kind of gets hard, being a girl and,-'. Before you could finish what you were saying, Blake stood on his break, stopping the car in the middle of the road. He turned himself to you in an abrupt way and stared angry in your eyes. "You didn't want it? They touched you and you didn't want it?" He asked furiously, practically yelling. "Blake..." You started trying to calm him down but he interrupted you immediately. "No, Y/N. Say it to me load and clear. Did they touch you although you were telling them you didn't want them to?!" And when you nodded he started the car again and made a huge turn, making the car head back to the party. "What are you doing?" You asked confused. He didn't answer again... You only saw him calling someone on his phone. Suddenly you heard Bryce's voice in the car. "Are you guys still there?" Blake practically shouted. "Uhm... Yes?! What's wrong?" Bryce sounded confused as well. "There are three boys over there. One blond with a red sweater, and two brown haired boys with a blue vest and a brown shirt. They were bothering Y/N. I'm there in a couple of minutes." He said. You were staring at him with open mouth. "Get it Blake. We'll look for them." Bryce said before he hung up. You rolled your eyes looking outside. 'You guys are impossible sometimes...' You said, knowing there wasn't any chance of changing Blake's mind. "They have to know they can't touch you when you don't want to. I'm not letting them run away with that. You are mine."
