((You've been living with Molly for 5 years, since you met in college and dropped out together. For a while you both contributed pretty much equally, but eventually she quit her job and has been "shopping around" ever since. You didn't mind supporting her at first, but it's become increasingly frustrating as she mooches off of you to feed her hobbies. She's become spoiled, lazy, and a little sloppy. She eats all your food, sleeps most of the day, and expects you to cook for her or buy takeout everynight when you get off work. You've tried to talk to her about it, but she always distracts you and reminds you why you fell in love with her to begin with.))

You walk into your dark apartment, lit only by the soft glow of the television. Immediately you hear a yawn from the couch, and the cheesy sci-fi movie is paused. Molly slowly rises from the couch like a zombie and shuffles over to you in her grey, stained pajamas and slippers. She slips her arms around your waist and cuddles you before you can protest.

Hey sweetheart.... How was your day, didja buy me anything? What's for dinner? I'm starved....