“YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!” I screeched as I threw a vase across the room.

“Lacey, calm down!” He yelled, ducking to avoid the heavy item heading towards his head.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” I sneered, turning on my heel.

I walked out of the room and grabbed my coat. I was too pissed off to be around him at the moment. How dare he? I need a fucking drink.

“Lacey, where are you go-?” He asked as I slammed the door in his face.

Climbing into my Jeep, I reversed out of the driveway and sped off down the road. After what seemed like 5 fucking years, I finally pulled into the parking lot of Johnny’s and climbed out. I locked my car and stormed inside, slamming a $10 note on the bar. “Can I have 3 shots of Jacks, straight, please?”

“Sure you can love. Bad day?” Johnny asked, filling up three shot glasses.

I scoffed and drowned the first two before looking up at him. “You could say that. Brian is an asshole.”

Johnny chuckled. “What did he do now?”

Slugging back the final shot, I slammed it on the bar and motioned for him to pour another one. “Where do I start?”

“How about you start from the beginning?”

I rolled my eyes and giggled before launching into what happened with the cockhead of a boyfriend, of mine.

***
“Look, sweetie, if you ask me, you’re over-reacting,” Johnny said, shaking his head.

“Are you serious? I told him not to and he did anyway.”

“Honey, you’re angry over nothing. You need to go home and tell him you’re sorry.”

I glared at him and let a sigh. “I hate you.”

Johnny laughed and motioned towards the door. I sighed and stood up, grabbing my bag. “Bye Johnny.”

“Bye, sweetie. Go home! Tell him!”

I nodded and left the bar. Maybe Johnny was right.

***“Brian,” I yelled as I walked through the front door of the house we shared.
No answer.

I let out a soft sigh and made my way through the house trying to find him. After searching the whole house with no success, I realised there was only one place I hadn’t checked. I made my way down the hallway and opened the door to the garage. Sitting there in his music studio corner; was the love of my life strumming away. I always loved watching him play the guitar, watching those fingers make love to the strings. I smiled and quietly closed the door before making my way over to him.

“Hey,” I muttered, taking a seat beside him on the sofa.

Brian stopped strumming and laid his guitar on the guitar stand. “Hi.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” I whispered, looking down at my hands.

“For what, exactly? Throwing a vase at my head, or for making a huge deal out of the whole thing?”

“Both,” I replied, looking up at him. “It was extremely stupid and I overreacted.”

Brian scoffed. “Yeah, you did.”

“C’mon Brian, you know how much I wanted it and you go and take it away from me!”

The room went silent before Brian started laughing. “Lacey, you went psycho over me eating the last chocolate chip cookie. I mean it’s just a cookie.”

“Bri, it wasn’t just a damn cookie. It was the best cookie in the entire world and I wanted to have the last one!”

“Look, if it meant that much to you, I will go out and get some more.”

“Really?” I asked, lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

“Yes babe, come here,” he replied with a smile.

I climbed into his arms and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“Lacey?”

“Hm?” I asked, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Next time, can you avoid throwing a vase at me?”

“Brian?”

“Hm?” He asked.

“Don’t get between me and food then.”

Notes

The first piece of writing I've done in over a year. It felt good to write it, though I'm pretty sure it makes no damn sense lol.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in the comments. It would really help me get back into the swing of writing on a more regular basis.

Thank you, everyone. It's good to be back.

~HarleyQuinzel1001