alright, here we go!
it’d start with something stupid, like you telling him to clean up the dishes, because you had just gotten home from work and were just so tired, and everything would be fine until you hear him mumble something along the lines of, “’course i need to do everything around here,” as he passed you on the way to the kitchen.
you would stand up from your position on the couch, glaring at him, “excuse me?” michael would then huff and probably roll his eyes, before turning to face you. “‘Course i need to do everything around here,” he’d repeat, louder this time and you’d shake your head in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”, you’d ask raising an eyebrow and then he’d roll his eyes as you started to list the things you did when he was gone and how he usually did nothing.
“At least I don’t need my famous girlfriend to pay for everything,” Michael snapped, having enough. For a second it became silent, before you let out a breathy sarcastic laugh. “That was low Michael, and you know it,” You’d say, both of you refering how he sometimes had to help you out with paying things because your mother had cancer and the therapy was extremely expensive, meaning that you couldn’t pay for college, so you asked Michael to help you out which he gladly did.
“I’m-”, he’d start, realizing his mistake but you’d cut him off. “Save it,” before stomping up the stairs, slamming the door behind you when you entered the room beyond pissed for the rest of the evening.
It was around 11pm when the door to the bed room you two shared opened, michael obviously trying to be quiet as he slowly walked over to the bed, where you laid unmoving, pretending to sleep.
The matress shifted slightly as he sat down on the edge a sigh escaping his lips, before he quickly stripped down, before climbing under the covers beside you, him just lying next to you awkwardly for a few seconds. Then he’d seem to make up his mind and wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, holding you tighter than usual, as he burried his head in the crook of your neck, his eye lashes tickling your skin the slightest.
“I hate it when we fight,” He’d whisper quietly, “Everytime you run off after it, it makes me afraid that this time it was the final straw… I just love you so much.” It would be quiet for a few seconds until you felt him hug you even tighter, a small sniffle following, “I’m sorry.”
You’d just smile softly, sqeezing one of his hands that laid on your stomach, reassuring him and telling him silently that he was forgiven.
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