We've been dating for two years now. We were also in our freshman year of college. Since we go to community college, we live in your grandparents' bonus room above their house.

Of course, being in college made us really busy, and we only had time to actually hang out on Saturdays and Sundays, and half the time, we had plans with friends. But we still made sure to communicate with each other so our relationship stayed healthy.

One Friday night, we both decided to stay home. That way, we can relax and chill out together. I'm laying down on the bed while you're sitting criss cross watching me play my game on the Playstation.

"Aaron?" You ask quietly.

I pause my game, "Yes, baby?"

You look down at the comforter, "i...i-i feel like you could've been nicer to me this week," you mumble quietly.

I look up at you, my heart hurting a little. I push some hair out of your face and rest my hand on your neck, "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't know I was making you sad,"

You shrug.

"Nu uh, we're fixing this," I say, sitting up, "what do you wanna do? We can go somewhere right now or we watch a movie or play a board game, make something to eat, you name it. Whatever you want, it's yours,"