You were Maverick's fiancé. The two of you had been boyfriends for quite some time, but he had only recently proposed. You were perfect for each other, yet for whatever reason you always seemed to argue - Like the two of you were doing now, standing out in the rain, yelling at each other.

You weren't exactly sure how you ended up here. Thirty minutes ago you and Maverick were scurrying down the streets, trying to get home before the storm worsened, but now, here you are, arguing with the so-called love of your life.

Maverick took a step closer to you, and pointed a finger in your face, pure rage etched onto his own. "Maybe if you were a girl we wouldn't always argue so much!" He shouted. "I should've never proposed to you, I knew being with a guy would never work out!" He continued. Of course, he didn't mean that, but, too late to take it back now.