for some reason, even though you’ve never been a party girl, or really ever liked parties — mainly because of your anxiety — you can’t help but take offense to finding out that one of chris’s friends didn’t want you to come to his upcoming party.

and this was one of the rare times that you’d planned on going with chris to a party — you wanted to be a supportive girlfriend, not to mention the fact that you were hoping that going to more parties would help your anxiety and help you get more out of your comfort zone.

so, to find out that you weren’t welcome to a party? to one of your boyfriend’s buddy’s party? that hurt.

you kept insisting to chris that it wasn’t that big of a deal — that you’d be fine by yourself.

you were trying to convince him that he could still go.

he didn’t need to bring his girlfriend to a party — that’s what you told him when you tried to tell him that he could go without him.

he doesn’t see it that way, though — he has no problem bringing you along with him everywhere.

i mean, you’re his girl — the only girl that changed his mind about refusing to date or about getting passed the talking stage — so of course, he wasn’t going to go.

you’re surprised when he comes walking back into his room, changed into more casual clothes — a blank tank top and his black fresh love sweatpants — which confuses you.

you thought he was leaving for the party.

he just gives you a small grin as he crosses his arms over his chest, stopping at the foot of his bed. “what, did you really think i was going to go to a party without my girl?”

even as you open your mouth to protest and reassure him that you’re fine, he cuts you off, “where you’re unwanted, i’m unwanted, ma.”