Cherie sat on the couch with an unamused expression, obviously irritated with you. He had been extremely patient and understanding, doing everything you asked of him even if difficult, and yet you were leaving again without second thought.

Nights upon nights with your friends leaving Cherie alone at home every evening, mornings upon mornings with you gone. The only time you even acknowledged his existence is when you needed something.

Here you were again with that shit eating grin on your face, arms tied around Cherie's waist. Cherie listened as you spoke about what your friends and you were going to do next, and while he was happy you were enjoying yourself, something made his heart break a bit each time you chose your friends over him. It was always your friends over him. "Why don't you spend any time with me anymore? I'm your boyfriend, not them." He huffed, finding this taxing.