woah hey there

i actually finished a fic, like 100% finished!

aLL BECAUSE OF MY LOVE FOR ERICA this fic is dedicated to her because she's an amazing moirail and she wrote me some staig so i wrote her some back too and she's perfect ok

THIS STORY INCLUDES ALOT OF OUR PERSONAL HEADCANONS AND INSIDE JOKES OK JUST LETTING A BROTHA KNOW B)))

yeah ok i will shut up now and let you read the story. uwu

I can't do this.

I can't keep waiting like this anymore.

I sat in the kitchen, staring at the front door of the apartment I shared with my boyfriend. He said he'd be home by 9PM today but it was already 12AM and he still wasn't home. Figured. We'd been dating for three years now, ever since we were both sixteen, and maybe that was a bit too long. Our relationship was nothing like how it was in the beginning, absolutely nothing like how it was. Three years ago I wouldn't have been staying up this late waiting for him like a fucking puppy at the door. Three years ago I wouldn't have sent him a grand total of seventeen unreplied to text messages all within the same ten minutes just asking him where he was. Three years I ago I wouldn't be sitting here alone with a bottle of wine getting tears all over the kitchen table.

Three years ago... things were happy. We were a great couple, sure we had small problems, but it wasn't nothing that we wouldn't fix the next day with some sloppy make-up sex. We would be at eachother's houses all of the time, going on little gay dates to Olive Garden, buying eachother dumb little gifts. We even had a small little family of guinea pigs that we used to joke about and say were our kids. We still currently had those guinea pigs but we didn't swoon over them together like we used to. Now we would just feed them and go on with the rest of our day like they didn't even exist. I don't even recall the last time we called either one of those animals our son...

Everything went wrong when we moved in together. Yeah, it was nice seeing him almost everyday when we would visit eachother all of the time but didn't actually live together. We got breaks from eachother and didn't constantly worry where we were at. But once we were living together and being forced to see eachother all of the time, it got annoying. We found out about each of our stupid living habits, like the way I would often leave open every cabinet I opened in the kitchen and forget about it, which annoyed Craig because, for some reason, open cabinets really bothered him. Or how he would freak out about where his hat was every morning before he left for work even though I would constantly tell him that his hair looked fine without it. Little things like that would end up annoying the shit out of each of us until the point where we'd just stop talking to eachother for periods of times just to keep from lashing out on eachother about those dumb things.

And then the paranoia started. I never thought I'd be the really paranoid and jealous type but damn, I was wrong. We had problems in the past with Craig cheating on me with someone-I-really-can't-stand-anymore-and-will-not- mention and once we started living together I would often find myself stealing his phone and reading his texts with that person and get jealous. Then he'd get home really late (like today) and I'd get as paranoid as I am right now. I just didn't want to get cheated on, it was really the worst feeling in the world. Because one day Craig would tell me that he loved me and later on that same day he could be saying the same exact thing to someone else and maybe even start wanting that person more than me? Which I don't blame him for because, well, I was a horrible boyfriend. I wasn't the most attractive, or at least, I didn't think I was. I had an annoying voice that cracked all the time despite the fact that I was already nine-fucking-teen now. I was really bitchy 50% of the time and to top it all off I was an alcoholic. Even now I'm drinking wine. Shit.

Point is, things were horrible. We were barely talking again and I was back in that super paranoid state of mind. And I was 10000000% sure that Craig was cheating on me with that brunette asshole right fucking now. Thinking about it made more tears stream down my cheeks, which I sloppily wipped off with my sweater's sleeve. I just wanted him to come home... That's all I wanted...

Another hour passed and then finally the door opened. I quickly looked up, relieved to see Craig there. ...Wait. No, not relieved, actually pissed-the-fuck-off. What took him so long that he didn't get back until 1 in the morning?! I gave him a death stare, not even wanting to talk to him now.

"What. Took. You. So. Long?!" I spat out, looking away and back at my bottle of wine.

"Why are you drinking again?" Craig just made his way over to me and took the bottle away from me, tossing it into the trash. "I thought you were done with that..."

"I thought you were done cheating on me but look what happened!" I couldn't even believe this asshole's nerve right now.

"...Stan, I'm not cheating on you." Craig gave out an annoyed groan and rolled his eyes. His eyes were so fucking pretty, ugh, I just wanted to sTAB THEM.

"YES. YOU. ARE."

"Am not."

And here he was, lying to my fucking face again.

"Then where were you!? What took so much of you fucking time that you didn't get home until 1 in the goddamn morning, Craig?!"

"Clyde go-"

"SO YOU DID FUCKING CHEAT ON ME WITH CLYDE?!" I knew it! I knew it was that fUCKING BRUNETTE DIPSHIT AGAIN. It was always. fucking. him.

"...No. He got in a car accident and I had to drive him home." As if I'd believe that bullshit. I wasn't dumb.

"Okay, yeah, suuure. And so how come you aren't freaked out?! How come I don't see that asshole in your arms covered in blood?! Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe that horrible lie, Craig?!"

"He just rear-ended someone. He wasn't hurt or anything, it really wasn't a big deal. But he was freaked out so I stayed with him for a little bit to comfort him. That was literally it, Stan."

"Whatever, it's all bullshit." I refused to believe any of that, it made no sense. He totally slept with him, I know he did.

I needed to eat something to calm the fuck down so I just got up and angrily made my way over to the closest appliance, which happened to be the toaster. We had some bagels so I figured I'd just make one of those. I popped one into the toaster then turned my attention back to craig, who was now standing behind me and watching me.

"I think you should calm down, Stan... Maybe you drank too much?" He frowned and I just rolled my not-so-pretty eyes in response.

"I only drank like... uh... Fuck, whatever, who cares how much I drank?! It doesn't matter, either way you fucked Clyde behind my back."

"Oh my fucking god, I didn't cheat on you, jeez. Can you shut up about that? It's like all you ever think I do anymore is cheat, I told you I was done with that."

"And I told you I was done with drinking, but what did I do today?! Drink." And here we were, back at square one.

We stared at eachother with an equally annoyed look on our faces until I turned around because I smelt something burning.

"I think you burned your bagel." Craig said that as if it wasn't fucking obvious by that fact that the entire thing was crispy and black now.

"I know, I know! It's all your fucking fault, if you never would have came home this fucking late then I wouldn't have burned this bagel due to the fact that you annoyed the shit out of me! And guess what, that was the last bagel! No more bagels, Craig. You. made. me. burn. the. last. bagEL." I was just so frustrated, now we were arguing over fucking donut-shaped bread.

"Stan, we can buy more, don't wor-"

"No! Don't tell me not to worry, how can I not worry when you do this stuff to purposely worry me?! You come home late almost everyday, you always act so fucking distant from me as if I did something wrong, and then you lie right to my face! What else am I supposed to do but worry?! I just... UGHHH." I didn't want to be here anymore, I had to leave. I had to leave now.

I quickly stormed over to the front door, not even looking back to see Craig.

"I'm leaving, I would tell you not to worry, but you wouldn't care either way." And then that was it. I was gone. Gone like the fucking wind. #whoosh