"Ugh, are you going to keep ignoring me?" the spikey haired boy— who you now call boyfriend— whines as his hands try to follow yours, a mix of bittersweet feelings inside him punishing his past behavior. And by past I mean twelve minutes ago.

You'll see, you and Bill weren't the type to fight, you always stick together like glue no matter what. But today— there was something else in the already tense air inside the tour bus, one discussion lead to another, and the last thing you remember is telling Bill to fuck off and leave to a more private place.

"Meine Liebe..." a hand slowly crawls up your shoulder, his pet names making you doubt if you were doing the right thing when giving him the silent treatment. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you."

God, you hate how much power his cute, german accent has on you. He could be insulting you and you would still look at him the same way you did the day you fell in love with him.

"May I ask for you to forgive me?" he implored you, a small smile approaches his lips as his eyes look at you expectantly, he knows what he does to you when he looks at you in a certain way— but, can you blame him?