Filler 🤷🏻♂️
Your P.O.V:
So...
I punched someone.
Ok let me explain.
This asshole at my work called my girlfriend a slut and my fist automatically attached to his face.
You know what the most fucked up part is?
My boss called my girlfriend.
She tattled on me like a teacher in middle school to my parents.
What a hoe.
Oh and I got fired.
I'm more made about her calling my girlfriend, honestly.
Now what should I do?
Fake my death and move to the Netherlands.
Or
Accept my death by the hands of my Cuban girlfriend.
Fuck it.
I get out of the car and slowly make my way into the shared house I occupy with said girlfriend.
As soon as I shut the door a raspy voice from beside me comes through the room.
"What. Did. You. Do." She says with angry mom pauses in between.
I turn to see her sitting in a chair, her eyes burning with annoyance and anger.
I chuckle nervously and take off my shoes.
"Well...I punched someone, and got fired."
I hear a sigh and look up to find her now in front of me.
"Why did you do that!" She says with her accent slightly coming through.
"He called you a slut!" I say and she rolls her eyes.
"Y/n! He was just being an asshole, you shouldn't care what people say about me! Just care about your life!" She yells.
"You are my life, you idiot" I yell back and she stares at me with squinted eyes.
"Dammit, stop flirting with me!" She says and I laugh, her smile slowly peeking through.
"It's true!" I say with a laugh and she groans, soon covering my mouth and giving me a hug.
"I'm still mad at you...you jerk" she mumbles and I shrug.
"Eh, I was doomed to be fired to begin with" I say and she sighs.
"And why is that?" She asks.
"I kept stealing the bosses yogurt from the fridge" I say and she giggles.
"Oh my god I'm dating a yogurt thief" she says with fake hurt.
"And the one who stole your heart" I say and she groans.
"Oh god, get away you smooth criminal" she says as she starts to walk away.
I start to hum the song and run after her, she giggles as she run away from my arms.
"You're so weird!"
