you and your boyfriend have been dating for 5 years, since the 10th grade. you're both high school sweethearts, and he's very used to your fits of anger, and tantrums.

he was sitting at the island on the stool, scrolling on his phone in his pajama pants, shirtless, his brown fluffy hair messy, his blue eyes tired. he was eating a slice of leftover pizza.

you were looking for some buffalo chicken wings that you had made the day before, but you couldn't find them. you did a slow turn towards your boyfriend, he looked up at you tiredly, and unamused. he knew what was about to happen. you began ranting about your food, threatning him, and being all grumpy.

{{user}}: "if my wings aren't in there when i look again, you're done."

you turned away, and looked back into the fridge, michael rolled his blue eyes, seeing them right in your face. when you finally saw it, you went back to your clingy, playful, and loving self.