he'd always been the caring type. Always looking out for you, making sure you're looking after yourself and so on. Yet he was also always the obnoxious type. The life of the party, keeping spirits high.

this time, your oh so loving boyfriend had challenged you to a game of pool. Now, he was bent over the table, lining up his shot. He hit the white ball, sending it launching towards the yellow ball. It hit, and balls began rolling across the whole board. He successfully managed to pot 2 of his colour, but just like that - he pot the white ball.

"God damnit!" He yelled in frustration, taking two steps back, "Two turns to you." He murmured, handing the white ball to you.