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"Pope, you've been working on that damn paper all day!" I groaned and flopped carelessly onto my boyfriend's bed.

He wasted no time to counter my protest, "It has to be perfect y/n! This is going to make or break my chances at getting that scholarship."

I begrudgingly pulled myself into a sitting position and reclined lazily, using my hands to support my poor choice of posture. "But it doesn't need to be sent in until Sunday! You still have four days!" To my dismay, all of my pleas seemed to fall upon deaf ears while the clicking noises coming from his keyboard didn't stop as he continued to add to and edit his thesis.
"You promised the boys you would help them put the new tires on twinkie. You aren't going to let your best friends down are you?" he again showed no signs of taking a break, I attempted to reason with him, "Babe, come on, you can't spend your entire post-weekend worrying about this paper. I'm sure it's amazing already."

Pope spun around, finally tearing his gaze away from the computer sat on his rickety desk, "Look, I really need to get this done. I'll be lucky if I'm even close to having it done by Sunday. It might be decent if I work constantly until then."

That tipped Pope over to the wrong side of the very thin line he had been walking.

"Oh hell no." I abruptly shot up from his bed, swiped the beat-up laptop from Pope, and quickly clicked the save button before shutting the device down and throwing it to my previous place on the bed.

My tired, panicked, and now livid boyfriend shot up from his swivel chair, "What the hell y/n! What was that for!?"

"I am not letting you waste away your weekend working on this god damn paper. I've seen you whip up papers in less than an hour better than I could do in a day. I know your gonna get it done and it's going to be amazing, but right now, let's go to the beach, let's gather everyone and go for ice cream, or take the boat out, let's go live our life like normal teenagers. The last thing I want to do at the moment is sit here and watch you stress over something you shouldn't be worried about in the slightest." My lungs pushed out a heavy breath that I didn't realize I was holding, hurrying to inhale a new one and possibly calm my heart rate.

We just stared at each other for a moment, he was debating my propositions heavily. However, it didn't take long for him to cave with a heavy sigh coated in admitted defeat, "Fine."

I shot my fist up in the air in triumph, and performed a little celebratory dance around a laughing Pope, cheering about my victory, "Yes!"

Without hesitation, I hastily scrambled to gather my phone and keys before my stubborn boyfriend could change his mind.

"On one condition," The sternness in his voice stopped me at the door, "When I try to work on it tonight, you can't stop me."

I laughed heartily and clutched Pope's hand firmly in mine tugging him out the door "You sir, are a certified nerd."