ethan:
living with ethan was quite the experience, he was very particular about how certain things were placed and organized. he was particular about how things were used and how the entire apartment was supposed to be clean. well when you needed to do your laundry and ethan was taking forever, you took matters into your own hands. he had been out for two hours already and you really needed to wash your clothes, ethan wouldn't let you touch his clothes because he had a specific way to fold them.
you bit your lip thinking if you should over-step that boundary. you shook it off, going to the dryer and placing all his clothes in a basket as you moved the wet clothes into the dryer and placed yours inside the washer. you took in a deep breathe as you began to fold ethan's clothes, trying your best to make sure there were no wrinkles or creases. you then put them away and continued on with your laundry.
"where's my clothes?" ethan asked as he came from the laundry room. you were sitting on the couch, on twitter as you looked over at him.
"i put them away," you said casually and he scoffed.
"you put them away," he repeated and you nodded your head. "y/n how many times have i told you, do not touch my clothes! i have a certain way that i fold them!" he said raising his voice.
you furrowed your eyebrows as you put your phone down, "i'm sorry that i had my own clothes to wash ethan. you were out for four hours and you expect me to what, go to a laundry-mat to do my clothes? i think the fuck not. you're not living by yourself anymore ethan, i need the washer and dryer too," you said and ethan shook his head.
"you could've waited. you could've been patient," he said and you scoffed.
"no ethan! i'm not going to wait for you to come home and fold your laundry. i have work tomorrow, i don't have the time," you said. you shook your head as you went to your shared bedroom, ethan following you. "you know what, fuck this," you said getting out all the clothes you put away and tried so hard to fold. "you can re-do all this shit," you said throwing them onto the bed.
ethan rolled his eyes as you began to throw your tantrum, "y/n, stop," he said and you shook your head.
"don't worry, from now on i won't be touching a thing of yours," you said leaving the bedroom with your car keys as you walked out of the apartment and tried to clear your head.
grayson:
you loved grayson, more than anything, but you felt you weren't ready to move in together, so when he asked if he could move in with you, you stumbled on your words. now he was living with you and were very uncomfortable. instead of coming home, you would rather be out at your best friend's house or visiting someone, it just made you really uncomfortable.
it was the morning in which you were super stressed from college tests and you barely had any sleep. grayson had spilled some orange juice on your rug in the living room and that had really set you off, it was a gift from your parents and it was extremely expensive. "really grayson?" you asked and he shrugged his shoulders. "don't fucking shrug your shoulders," you said getting mad.
"i'm sorry it was an accident. i wouldn't purposely poor orange juice on your carpet," he said and you rolled your eyes.
"whatever," you said going onto your computer. grayson had been on it earlier doing some stuff for youtube and when you went to your assignments, they were all gone. "were you on my computer gray?" you asked and he nodded, looking up from the stain he was cleaning.
"yes," he said.
"all my assignments are gone. how many times have i told you to be careful on my computer!" you said raising your voice.
grayson's eyes widened, "stop yelling at me like i'm five!"
"well i wouldn't have to yell at you like you were five if you would actually listen! i knew you living here was a mistake!"
"then why the hell did you say yes?"
"because i was pressured!" you yelled, a moment of silence fell between you guys. "you know how i am when i'm pressured. gray, we aren't at the stage where we should be living with each other and i should've told you that before you moved in but this is going to ruin our relationship. maybe in a year or two, but right now we are on different focus points and i need to be by myself," you explained.
grayson nodded his head, "okay," he said slowly walking towards the bedroom. you sat down as your hands ran over your face, regretting so many decisions.