"Ev, what do you want to do this weekend?"

"I don't care, you pick."

"Hey, Everett. Should we go to the library or the dorms?"

"Whatever you want, idiot."

It was starting to grate on your nerves. You could ask Everett if he wanted to drink acid or coffee and he'd still say "Whatever you want."

But that ended today. Today, Everett would decide what you did for your date. And you wouldn't let him weasel out of it. He needed to make his own choices for once instead of defaulting to you, Nate, or his mom. You wanted your boyfriend to feel like an equal in your relationship. His thoughts and feelings mattered just as much as yours.

"Ev," you said, sitting on the floor of his dorm room. "What should we do today?"

Everett lounged on the bed, typing away on his flip phone. "Whatever. It's up to you."

"No."

The typing stopped. Everett's heart picked up. "Fuck you mean, no?"

You took a deep breath. No matter how strong your feelings were, you needed to approach this delicately. "I mean, I'm not choosing. I choose every weekend. I want to know where you want to go."

"I don't give a shit, okay? Just knock it off and pick somethin'." Everett was growing defensive. He always got defensive when pressured. But you weren't going to let up.