We're different A.G

I quietly get in the car after her. Looking to my right, she has, puffy eyes, eyes are dark from her mascara, arms crossed, and pouting.

She's pissed. She still finds someway to look so beautiful tho.

I put both of my arms on my steering wheel.

"I'm sorry" I say tears forming in my eyes "I wish I could do something, honestly, but I need this job. I hate this so much." Putting my head in my hands

"Is this job more important than me? A human being?! Your fucking girlfriend for crying out loud!"

"I don't fucking know what's right! All I know is that I'm trying to survive!" I squeeze the steering wheel

"Fuck you!" She spits at me. I hate when we're like this. When shes mad. When I'm mad. I fuck everything up. I know I do, but she makes it better. She makes it seem like it's not so much off a fuck up, but just a simple mistake.

"I love you." I can tell by the quick breath in that she was surprised. "And I know I'm fucked up in the head, and I'm a asshole and I'm sorry. I just want to make so many people proud. I actually end up doing more disappointing then making people proud"

"I love you too, y/n. I'm always gonna be here. Couldn't imagine me anywhere else."