"fine! i don't even care anymore! take what's yours and just leave!" i finally yell, throwing my hands in the air.
corbyn stares for a minute before he cracks a smug smile.
i scowl, crossing my arms.
"fine, i will." he says.
"what?" i ask, dragging off into a screech as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"this isn't what i meant." i laugh, even though i was mad.
corbyn just laughs and carries me out of the bedroom, into the living room. he drops me onto the couch, smiling.
"i'm sorry." he apologizes.
"it's okay." i hum, pulling him in for a kiss.
neither of use liked fighting, but when we did argue, we were quick to resolve it, most of the time in silly ways.