Barely Breathing

chapter 23

“What the fuck Taylor?” he asked. I had a big smug smile on my face, mwahahah idiot, you don’t mess with a girl all males should know that.

“You are not sleeping with my tonight, you have been giving me the shits all night and I don’t want to be near you” I said.

“This half of the bed is mine though!” he defended.

“And I like dresses” I said back. He looked at me with a look as if to say ‘what the fuck are you on you sped?’ “Well, I thought we were talking about things that were irrelevant at this point in time” I said. He shook his had and started mumbling something as he started walking out of the bedroom.

“Where you going babe?” I asked angelically.

“To the fucking lounge where I won’t be pushed and shoved…in a way that I don’t want to be” even when we fight he finds a way to be a fucking seedy bitch. Alright then.

“Night babe, MWA!” I said with a big kiss form my lips. He turned and gave me the finger and walked away slamming the door behind him a little bit. Eh he’ll get over it. I turned over and with a smile on my face from winning our little fight, I let sleep overcome me.

I woke up the next morning at ease… well that was until I was reminded of the events taken place last night and suddenly I was angry again… really angry. I spent the next ten minutes lying there replaying our argument over and over in my head and thinking what a fucking retard he was… he seriously had no idea how to deal with an angry girlfriend what a dumbass. I got up and went to the bathroom, ran a brush through my hair and washed my face before taking a look in the mirror and psyching myself up for what was about to go down… I wasn’t too sure what that was going to be, but I was preparing myself for whatever was to come. I took one deep breath and then walked out into the kitchen/ living room thing and I was pleasantly surprised walking into a room filled with the smell of bacon mmmm bacon. That instantly put a smile on my face knowing that he was making an effort to apologize and not trying to start more shit.

He was busily cooking aware and didn’t even notice my presence so I walked up closer to the kitchen and cleared my throat and offered and sweet.. guilty smile.

He leant back on the bench and folded his arms and also offered an apologetic smile but continued not to say anything.

I thought I should probably say something…. Anything to make this less awkward “so…. Your cooking?” I said walking over to the stove and wafting the aromas to my nose

“ahh.. yeah! I felt really bad about last night, and I wanted to make it up to you” he said coming over and wrapping his arms around my waist. Damnit! Why did he have to be so damn sexy and so easy to forgive!

“Well this is really sweet” I said looking around at all he had done and I was impressed and I felt way to lucky that he was all mine!

“I just wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean to snap last night. Its just that it makes me upset that you would think that I would ever cheat on you. You’re my girl and I’m no where near ready to lose you” he said before offering a gentle kiss. Well how could I stay mad at him?

“I know.. I’m sorry I may have overreacted slightly… but its just I couldn’t stand to picture you with another girl, especially someone as gorgeous as Rhiannon. And I know I am obviously going to have to get used to it, it will just take me awhile that’s all” I said with my arms wrapped around his neck and my head rested on his chest. He kissed the top of my head and the subtly smelt my hair.

“I know babe, shall we just put this all behind us and eat this amazing breakfast I cooked for us?” he said loosening his grip and peeking over to the food