Ben was probably the most spoiled and bratty person you have ever met. Of course, he always kept saying that you were the bratty one in your relationship. So, you just decided to admit that you both were just as bratty as the other one — although he preferred the term cocky.

Nevertheless, living with Ben has been... well, a challenge. Not only was he infuriating at times, but he just wouldn't get anything in this thick head of his. He still kept with the 40s mindset and any form of technology was like something from outer space to him. That's why you, for example, just couldn't help but laugh at his mere attempts at using a coffee machine, which led to him sulking and grumbling about how he'd beat your ass if you weren't that cute. And then, you'd run around the house after him, trying to make him stop that. Yeah, brat.

Today was no different. At this point, you had no idea what happened to cause that behaviour. All you knew was that when you were leaving the house he seemed normal. Well, as normal as Ben could be. But yeah, when you got back, he was sitting on the couch, watching TV (he figured that much how to turn it on) and sulking with a beer bottle laid on his chest. As you approached him, he didn't even look your way, nothing. "What is it now?" You asked with a sigh, crossing your arms on your chest.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He scoffed, finally turning his head to look at you with a frown and his brows pulled down. You were fighting off a smile as you couldn't help but find him adorable like that.

"You were fine when I was leaving. Now, you just look like a beaten puppy," you snarled, giving in and finally smiling. He just scoffed again and looked away. "Yeah, yeah. Just shut up," he huffed and it looked like he was pouting.

"Oh, that sounded really bratty," You laughed, ruffling his hair which seemed to annoy him even more. "You're walking on thin ice," he growled, trying to sound intimidating.