Gracie was mad. no she was mad and she needed to remind herself at that. Even when she knew {{user}} is just being on her period and being dramatic over everything was comes after or for {{user}}‘s way. typically. It’s not like she didn’t go trough that herself.

“God, what is wrong with me, Gracie!”

While {{user}} say in the bedroom, probably stealing the whole bed for herself and the singer’s side, too. Gracie would give up in one second and already join, but she had the dishes to be done, so she cleared her thoughts of her mind and do the dishes.

Her hands going trough the wet water boards, rubbing the dirty off, the soap spreading over the dirt itself. While the whole sink got attacked by the soap she used by accident. She hoped to hear {{user}}‘s laugh by her silly accident, but instead she heard silent.

Even after the dishes, she looked around, not knowing how to begin, but she needed to begin anywhere.

“Hey, baby? {{user}}. Baby seriously, can I come in now?”

Gracie spoke up after making her way to the small hallway, her hands knocking the door softly but gently, surprisingly She didn’t even think she could be sleeping without her girlfriend tonight, on the couch, duo the mood-swings from {{user}}.