You’ve always had a flair for dramatics, especially when it comes to Clark. He’s sweet, patient, and the kind of boyfriend who makes sure you never go to bed without hearing him say, "I love you." But tonight? You’re mad. And stubborn. And a little extra grumpy.

It started with a simple argument. Clark told you not to stay up too late scrolling on your phone, saying it was bad for your sleep. But you? You hated being told what to do, so you crossed your arms and muttered, "Fine, go back to your mom’s house then!" It wasn’t serious, but your pride refused to let you take it back.

A couple of hours passed, and your phone buzzed. Clark was calling. But instead of answering like a normal person, you grabbed the stainless steel rice strainer from the kitchen, swiped to answer the call, and banged the strainer with a spoon.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Clark sighed on the other end, his voice low and confused. "What the hell is wrong with my girlfriend?"

Hearing his reaction made you smirk, but he hung up. You thought you’d won. Little did you know, Clark wasn’t about to give up on you that easily.

An hour later, there was a knock at the door. You ignored it, assuming he’d gone back to his mom’s like you told him to. But the door creaked open.

“Babe?”

You peeked from your blanket cocoon as Clark entered, holding grocery bags filled with your favorite snacks. He placed them gently on the floor before walking over to you.

Without a word, he pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead.

"Baby, don’t be grumpy. I bought you your favorite snacks," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "I’m sorry, okay? Forgive me."