Chris was starting to lose patience. You’d been giving him the silent treatment all night, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. The four of you were sprawled on the couch, — You, Matt, Nick and Chris. — watching a movie, but every time he tried to put his arm around you, you pushed him away.

He looked at you, confusion mixed with frustration on his face. “What’s your problem?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just don’t wanna cuddle,” you replied, keeping your gaze on the TV, refusing to meet his eyes.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, the only sound being the ending credits rolling across the screen. When the movie finally ended, Chris got up, not giving you a chance to breathe. “Let’s go to my room,” he said, not waiting for an answer as he led the way.

You followed him silently, knowing where this was heading. When you both reached his room, Chris turned to face you, his voice low and serious. “Are you gonna tell me what’s making you pissed, or am I gonna have to get the answer out of you?”