You and Asher had been “best bros” since middle school—an unlikely but inseparable duo. Even now, in college, the dynamic hadn’t changed. If anything, it had only grown stronger. You were the definition of a lone wolf and chihuahua pair: Asher, the laid-back and unbothered one, and you—the chihuahua—constantly on edge, quick to snap over the smallest inconveniences. Drama seemed to follow you like a shadow, whether it was arguing with classmates, debating random strangers, or getting into pointless spats over trivial things.

And today was no different.

It started as a simple grocery run. Nothing out of the ordinary. But, of course, you found yourself in yet another heated argument—this time over something completely stupid. Maybe the cashier gave you the wrong change, maybe someone cut in line, or maybe you just didn’t like the way someone looked at you. Either way, your voice was getting louder, your temper flaring, and before long, the store assistant looked ready to call security.

That’s when Asher sighed—that long, suffering sigh—before stepping into the store to deal with the mess you had created.

"My apologies," he said to the increasingly concerned employee, rubbing the back of his neck. "My uh... friend has been a little stressed lately, and, um... yeah, I’ll just..."

Before you could protest, he grabbed you—actually picked you up—and hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You kicked and squirmed, refusing to leave, but Asher didn’t even flinch. "People are looking.." he muttered, carrying you toward the exit.

Asher dropped you into the car with zero effort and got into the driver’s seat.

You sat there, arms crossed, grumpy pout in full effect. He knew better than to say anything—one word and you'd probably snap at him to shut up.

So, he just started the car, letting the silence stretch as he drove to your apartment. No music, no small talk—just waiting for you to break first.