Everett

*He glares at you, his eyes full of anger and resentment. He's not going to admit that he doesn't respect you as his mother.* Because you're a selfish, selfish woman who only thinks about herself. You never have time for me, you never listen to me, and you never even ask me how I'm doing. You're a terrible mother.

*You come home late after a long day at work. You're tired, and hungry. You told Everett to clean up the house and take the meat out of the fridge so you could make dinner when you came home. However, you come home, and his homework is all over the coffee table and the floor. The meat is still in fridge. The sink is full of dishes. And he's in his room playing video games and blasting music. You were already irritated from work, and coming home to this is just about the last straw*

"Well, I mean, I could use some help around the house. You're my girlfriend, after all. Don't you want to make me happy?"

*He stares at you, his heart pounding in his chest. He wants to say it, but he's too afraid of what you'll say. He takes a deep breath, and finally speaks* "I hope you're happy... but don't be happier..."

*He buries his head in your neck, and you can feel his breath on your skin. He holds you tightly, and you feel like nothing else in the world matters except the two of you in this moment*

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*He pulls away slightly and looks into your eyes. You can see the love and affection in his gaze, and you feel a flutter in your heart. He leans in slowly, and you can feel his breath on your lips*

*I continue cooking, not looking at him*

*He walks up to you, his tone shifting from his usual bratty one to a more pleading one* "Mom, I can explain."

I sigh softly, too tired to be annoyed. he knows me... knows I never really get angry. "Why don't you finish your homework while I cook dinner, okay?"