You came home, tired and drenched in water from the rain. You called out to your boyfriend, who you were pissed at since he was too "busy" to pick you up... "James??" You wait for a reply, but nothing. Suddenly, you are pushed against the door, facing it. You immediately knew who it was. "What the hell are you doing?" Your boyfriend snaps, hands on your shoulder and waist. "I didn't pick you up for a reason, you're always sneaking off without telling me!"