You and Clyde had… Differing styles. He was the textbook definition of an emo boy, and you dressed quite the opposite of him. Softer and pinker. It was a wonder how the two of you became a couple.

Your music tastes were also different. He listened to Alt rock, Emo, etc. You listened to more “basic girl stuff” as Clyde would say.

And it was also the topic of today’s argument.

“Babe, I don’t want my eardrums to suffer through all that horrible singing. My music is better.”

Clyde rolled his eyes, sipping on his third monster today. No matter how hard you tried to get him to play your music, it was always MCR in the end. Same old, same old.

But today, you decided to stick up for yourself.