Your P.O.V
I sat in in my living room on my couch waiting for my boyfriend, Justin, to come home. He tends to do this a lot and because I always worry about his safety, I end up waiting all night for him. He doesn't seem that thrilled when he walks through the door and sees me sitting there, giving him the 'look', as he calls it. it's my 'Where have you been? i can't believe you've been out this long' look.
I heard the front door open and slam shut, loudly. I sighed, knowing he's in one of those moods. I turned and saw him walk through the living room door. When his eyes laid on me, he sighed in annoyance.
"You know, you don't have to wait up for me, right?" he said, smiling sarcastically at me.
"I know but I worry about you so I stay up until I know you're safe" I said, standing up from the couch, wiping the imaginary dirt from the back of my pants.
"Well I'm very capable of looking after myself" He said, throwing his jacket onto the floor and carelessly kicking his shoes across the room. I sighed and went to pick his shoes and jacket up from the floor and place them neatly beside the stairs.
"I never said you weren't capable. Why are you making such a big deal over me staying up and waiting for you?" I asked, looking at him. He shook his head and began walking up the stairs, me following.
He stopped halfway and turned around with an angry look on his face.
"Seriously, stop following me!" He shouted, running up the rest of the stairs.
I followed him into our bedroom and closed the door behind me. "I wasn't following you" I said, rolling my eyes at him. Why is he being so dramatic?
"You are following me because you're so damn clingy! You can't do anything when I'm not around. To be honest, it's quite sad" he said, taking of his shirt and pants, throwing them into the hamper in the corner of the room.
I looked at him in disbelief. "I'm clingy!? Sorry for caring!" I shouted.
I stomped into our walk in closet and slammed the door behind me. I took my clothes off, leaving me in my underwear. I put on some of my comfy pajamas and walked out the closet, turning the light off behind me.
I ignored Justin as I got into my side of the bed and turned so my back was facing him.
i felt him get into bed and shuffle closer to me, causing me to move further away.
"Oh come on! stop being dramatic" He said, rolling over so he was laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder. "I'm being dramatic. You just called me clingy just because I show that I care for you." I said, turning my head forward.
After a couple of minutes of silence I sighed and abruptly sat up and got out of bed. I grabbed my pillow and the blanket that laid on the bottom of our bed.
"what are you doing?" Justin asked sitting up as well, the covers bunching at his hips.
"Sleeping on the couch. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable with my clinginess" I said sarcastically and walked out the door, slamming it with force behind me.
"oh come on!" He complained. I didn't hear him get following me which is probably good because I might have hit him if he did.
I placed my pillow and blanket on the couch and got under it, trying to get comfy. When I found the perfect spot I slowly fell into a deep sleep.
I still can't believe he called me clingy.
Part 2???