writing prompts

prompt 1 (Mariska)

"This relationship used to be based on communication! what the hell happened to that?" I screeched at my boyfriend.

"Babe come on." he pleaded

"Don't come on babe me, how am I supposed to be able to trust you ever again."

"Adriana it was a fucking tub of ice cream, it was in the freezer I thought it was fair game."

"no it was not fair game. it was fucking MINE."

"I'm sorry" he exclaimed, dropping to his knees. "How can I make it up to you."

"I don't think you can." He looked down at the floor defeated. I turned to walk out of the kitchen frustrated, when I felt him tug my arm.

"what if I go get more ice-cream-" he started

"that doesn't fix it." I interrupted.

"Let me finish. What if I go get more ice-cream and we lay on the couch and cuddle watching Disney movies for the rest of the day?" before I could answer he was out the door and backing out of the driveway. I went and sat on the couch realizing I was being ridicules and he probably won't come back. I sat on the couch for maybe two hours and I cried. ~he hates me, im so stupid~ I thought. I was still crying when he came though the door carrying several shopping bags. I got up and rushed towards him wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I'm so sorry please don't be mad. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have acted like that." i blubbered

"Baby it's ok calm down I could never hate you. I'm sorry it took so long I couldn't find mint ice cream anywhere." I could only nod still holding onto him. He held me for another minute before grabbing two spoons, picking me up and walking to the couch.