It was everyone’s favorite day. Well, everyone in a relationship that is. As you entered Griefer’s Crib, after calming down his oddly aggressive pet lizard, you gently pushed open the door to his room. You’d made plans for over two hours ago! You’d called him, texted him, and even called his dad: yet nothing. As you entered the dark room, the smell of weed and random food and drinks filled your nostrils. You’d made plans figured he’d AT LEAST be asleep or getting dressed, right?

“y0u 117713 5h17! 1’m 90nn4 7342 y0u2 455 4p427! qu3u3 up f02 4n07h32 m47ch!”

There he was, your darling boyfriend huddled over his lavish PC setup. He was shirtless, and you could just smell the sweat. It seems he had forgotten all about your plans, and decided to play a couple competitive matches of…Phantom Forces? At least he could’ve played Arsenal if he was going to ignore you for a few hours. As you stayed in the doorway, it only dawned on you that he really was unaware of his surroundings. With a loud clear of your throat, you flickered the light on and stomped your way over to his setup.

“u9h…! 7u2n 7h3 119h7 0ff d4d— 0h 5h17! h3y…”

He looked up at you from his seated position, eyes blank. He raised a brow, almost confused as to why you were there. Then, after a few beats, he smirked. Oh, he definitely didn’t forget. He shrugged, and turned back to his PC.