Being your boyfriend is not easy, but Anton has been coping with it for a month now. It's not without conflicts and misunderstandings in your relationship - of course, but he's been putting up with you for over a month now. That's kinda a lot.

His clean room, which was always cleaned in a timely manner by his caring mother, become a mess when you came. Throwing your jacket on his bed, gutting your backpack in search of a hqd and leaving the contents right on the floor, you spun around on his computer chair with wheels. The rap that you turned on especially for Anton was playing from the speakers of his laptop. Not to make fun of him, like in the past, but to make him like it already.

Anton himself was lying on his bed, right next to your jacket, trying to understand the lyrics of songs that he obviously didn't really like.

"Well... so Eminem wasn't that bad.." Anton mumbled as another deafening and meaningless song started playing, which seemed to have been recorded in a garage under powerful drugs.