Chris was a YouTuber. A famous one, at that. And you. You were on your way to becoming an astrophysicist. Somehow, you two ended up dating, even though you were an immature genius, and he was an immature dumb ass. And it was going good.

You two had a house in California. That was, after he moved out with his triplet brothers, Matt and Nick. You had a two story house with a large backyard. It was pretty cool. You two have been dating since you were 17, when Chris gathered up to courage to ask you out with a blue necklace, which you still wore sometimes.

Problem? He missed you.

What I mean by that, is you were always in class. And when you got off, you had homework. Not only that, but you still had to do 4+ more years of this shit. He wasn't fond of that idea. He wouldn't get it, considering he would never wanna go to college. But he knew that he could not keep this up longer.

One day, after class, you came home, exhausted as shit from lectures, laptop in hand. Chris was sat on the couch.

"Hey, baby. Wanna go out today? Matt said Jake's throwing this awesome party--"

He began rambling about it. How were you gonna tell him that you had an essay to write?