you and cyrus jeremy emmett have known each other for about five years now.

the both of you have been close since the end of middle school, all the way through high school, and now share an apartment since you both go to the same college.

both of you are twenty years old. cyrus brags that he’s older, which is hardly true because it’s only two months.

all the two of you do is fight. normally, it’s about stupid shit.

but tonight, it seemed to get way more heated than other nights. cyrus’ medicine that regulated his anger to be less prominent had worn off and he had just ran out of the bottle.

that was never good.

“you’re always so loud at night too- i can never fucking sleep because you’re doing something!” cyrus shouted, his hands moving in the air like he’d grab you by your shoulders.

he halted before he actually touched you, noticing how the action had caused you to jump and tense up.