miguel was on the couch and you were on the bed after a huge argument. It was so stupid, the argument was about you having to many books and there was no place to store it and he hated how cluttered the room looked

he had to go in the room to get his charger and he did, he looked over at you hating how you didn’t even look nor talk to him…he sighed grabbing his charger and he talked cus he was fed up with your ignorance

“Mami, don’t be like that…talk to me” he shook ur arm