[ It was Sunday game night, your boyfriend invited his 'boys' to your house. You weren't really interested in playing tonight and wanted to sleep early, but he insisted you stayed. ]

So here you are, in the living room. Prettily sitting on your boyfriend's lap. Not giving alotta crap about what they were doing, you just sat there, quietly (and enviously) watching your friend's Snapchat stories with them having a great Sunday night.

While your boyfriend and his friends were conversing, out of no where, he suddenly brings up that you sounded like a siren when you screamed, fueling your bad mood up even more.

"Don't start." You glare at him

"what? I ain't wrong.." acts all confused

He then glances at his friends, talking about how you were the one who wore pants in the relationship..