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Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

"I love your family, but they are definitely an interesting bunch. It’s probably a Jersey thing. Since you’re pretty out there too," she teased. "But I would just make one last, strongly worded text. Then forget about it. At least you tried," she shrugged. "Plus, you have better things to do. Like cuddling with your wifey and getting pissed off at video games."

Lindsay listened as he rambled on. She frowned a bit, noting how many great things he’s done already and realizing all the great things he may miss. She sighed as he talked about getting a life support plan, before his comment made her laugh. “I wouldn’t waste all the money on cats,” she said. “I would only need enough cats to fill the gap that’s left. Okay, maybe I’d need a lot of cats,” she admitted as he grew serious again.”It’s not your fault your physical heart sucks. At least your emotional heart makes up for it,” she grinned. “And I’m your wife. It’s my job to worry about your health. It’s my way of protecting you. You battle my haters. I’ll battle your health conditions and bills,” Lindsay smirked as she planned a small kiss on his lips.

"Plus, I need you to stick around. For as long as possible," she told him as she leaned her head against his chest again. "We need to reach a few more milestones before you’re even close to getting off the hook of this wacky life." She thought for a moment. "Like starting a family. I need you alive for that. I’ll also need you to be with me while I’m in labour. Someone has to hold my hand as I scream in apparent horrendous pain. And I can’t raise a mini Jones by myself. Especially if he, or she, is as stubborn as you," she glanced up at him. "But the little guy is definitely gonna have your curls. Hopefully your eyes too. But then they are gonna get out of trouble all the time, cause how can I say no to those curls and those puppy dog eyes?" She started to imagine her future family again. "Probably get sent back from preschool cause the shouted the F-word when they lose a game, like tic-tac-toe or rock-paper-scissors. God… I’m gonna love that strange, wacky kid…"

Michael smiled softly as Lindsay started to get into their future life together, with little ones running around. Even though the speech was sweet and warm, it made him upset at the same time. His heart condition was scaring him more than he liked to admit and was ultimately paranoid by everything going on around him. He was scared that he wasn't going to get to that point in their lives together, or leave this world too soon before he could accomplish all his life goals. Hell - he was being sincere and yelled less at Gavin because he was scared that the last thing he would ever say to Gavin would be something that he didn't mean.

"What about if we have a girl hmm?" He asked her, kissing her forehead again and letting his lips linger there for a few moments before continuing. "Hell - if she looks anything like you, I'll have to carry around a shotgun for all those boys that will come flocking to her." He joked, but secretly meant it. "She'd probably be stubborn and rebellious as hell - but in a way, I'd want that." He smiled, his eyes shooting up to the night sky at all the constellations around them. "It's a good life, Lindsay Jones. It's a good life."

"I just want to be there for it." It came out like a whisper, his sadness just laced in that sentence. "I want to be there for all of it." He didn't even notice the one lone tear going done his face which ended up hitting her forehead. He noticed her stir and realized what it was. "Sorry." He mumbled, wiping the tear of her forehead and sniffling - trying to keep himself from producing anymore.

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

"I love you too." She smiled as she kissed. In just short little kiss, all tension of the day faded away. As if the fight never happened. She rolled her eyes at his little moment. "You almost make me sick with how romantic you are," she teased. "Good thing I love it." It made her feel special every moment he said something so cheesy. It was as if he was constantly trying to prove his love in new ways at the most random times. But she loved every comment and every gesture. It was one of her favorite things about him. Then again, almost everything about him was her favorite, as clique as it may sound.

"I think most couples have some problems with communication every now and again," she commented. "And you’re never wasting my time if it’s something you really need to talk or rant about. Trust me, I’d much rather hear about your family problems than go through 4 hours of Minecraft footage," Lindsay chuckled. She nestled into his chest again, feeling a chill. "I mean… Have you talked to your brother? At least leave him a text or voicemail? Then you can at least tell your mother you tried and maybe get her off your back. And if that doesn’t work, don’t answer the phone every time. Like… Pick up every other time until the problem resolves itself," she tried to offer some sort of advice.

"But seriously, you need to tell me about your chest pains and when you’re feeling ill. I don’t need another panic attack, thank you very much," she half-teased. She sat up and looked at him. "Speaking of your chest pains, are they still bothering you?" she looked a bit concerned. "You need to take your pills. You probably should’ve at least taken them before you walked out. Cause that was quite a while ago…" She paused for a moment, catching herself. She laughed for a moment before leaning into his chest again. "Nevermind," she mumbled as she looked at the sky. "Look," she pointed at the stars. "Is that the Big Dipper? Or the tiny one? Little Dipper?"

Michael tightened his arms around her and sighed "I dunno. I mean - you know what my family is like. There's always something wrong with one of us." He said in a joking tone, but was 100% serious. "Even though I am the powerful Michael Vincent Jones, I can't talk my brother out of anything. He's the middle child, but older than me. Even though I'm not so little anymore, I'm still the baby brother of the pack - you know?" He asked before resting his chin on top of her head. "I think I'll just send a nice, long rant to my brother then not pick up the phone for the next few days. I'm in France - what the fuck am I supposed to do about something that is going on in New Jersey?" He asked.

He shrugged his shoulders "I've been taking my pills - the pains just seem to slip through now and then. I called my doctor and he told me just to up my dosage - I haven't done so yet but I planned on doing so." He looked at her "I'm not bullshitting this one, Linds. Being in that ambulance.. my whole life flashed before my eyes. My days in Nursery, all my birthdays, my fights with my brothers, my high school golden moments, my first video on YouTube, filming my first rage quit, joining Roosterteeth, meeting you for the first time and everything that happened then on wards, meeting all my best friends today..." He rambled on until he stopped to catch a breath. "Bottom line is that the scare has really opened my eyes to everything around me. Hell - I got on the phone and got a life support plan so that you will be taken care of if anything happens to me. Granted you'd probably waste all that money on cats - but in a way, I'd want you to." He joked but then got serious again. "I've realized nowadays that I can't be stubborn when it comes to my health. It's not only me that it concerns anymore and I'd be dammed if I let it worry you and any of my best friends."

"I plan on sticking around for a long time, don't you worry." He smiled. "Michael Jones doesn't go down without a fight."

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

Lindsay could tell her wasn’t expecting her to show up. He looked shocked and a confused when he looked up at her. When he looked away, she swore he was ignoring her. She was stuck between speaking up or just walking away. Maybe he needed more time to let off steam or maybe he just needed to be lost in his thoughts. Then, he spoke up. She smiled to herself, just happy to see him not pushing her away.

She sat on his lap and nestled into his warmth. Already, it felt as if the tension faded away. At least to an extend. She knew it might return when the subject did. However, she appreciated the moment while she could. Lindsay didn’t want to fight with Michael. She wanted to make up already. She wanted to cuddle and pretend those words were never said. It was definitely more appealing than the heavy tension caused by everything else. She loved Michael, and when stuff like this happened, it almost felt like maybe she forgot that. But it’s not something she ever wants to forget. It keeps her strong and keeps her going. It’s what makes her want to be a better person and to keep climbing the steep ladder. He made everything better. Everything.

She stayed quiet as he began to speak. She buried her face into his chest, trying to hold back minor tears. She felt guilty herself, but the fact that he was still apologizing, and explaining what she already knew: how much he loved her, only made her felt worse the fight even happened. He was only trying to protect her. Her getting upset about that was just plain wrong. It was like if Michael got mad at her for crying in the ambulance. They only worried and cared so much for each other, that sometimes it caused them to jump the gun. Love makes you do some crazy things.

Lindsay waited for him to finish before smiling up at him. “You shouldn’t be sorry. Not really. You weren’t doing anything wrong,” she told him. “If anything, I was just being a rebellious child. Wanting to stand on my own two feet. When I can barely walk without you holding my hand.” She paused for a moment. “I’m the one that’s sorry. I knew you were stressed this week. I guessed you were probably feeling like crap. Yet I still picked a fight for no reason. Not you. You just want to protect me, which is perfectly reasonable. I haven’t been able to handle it before, and truth be told, I can’t handle it now. Not properly, at least,” she admitted. “I can’t yell at people who I think of as fans. You know… The customer is always right. Which is not fucking true. At all,” Lindsay chuckled. She looked up at him, her grin growing. “I know I can stand on my own two feet, but it can be hard. Really hard. Especially when you have all these weights on yourself. But you keep me standing and grounded, and you’re probably the reason I didn’t leave Rooster Teeth. I probably would’ve listened to those idiots and just left. Left my dream job behind. It would’ve been horrible. Working some desk job, probably. Uck, imagine that?” she laughed. “But you saved me from having that boring life. You’re all the reasons I’m happy, actually.”

Michael looked down at her and listened to what she had to say, smiling a small smile as she continued going on. He was glad that this was all started to get resolved now, because he didn't feel like sleeping on the couch over a stupid argument that shouldn't have even happened in the first place. He knew how she felt sometimes - he was just as stubborn as her, or maybe even worse. He felt his heart flutter slightly when she mentioned him being the reason she stayed at Roosterteeth. Even though it felt a bit wrong to say, he was so honored to be such a huge figure in her life. In light of these words, he snuggled her closer and kissed her head sweetly before looking down at her.

"I love you - you stubborn child." He joked, leaning his head down to give her a kiss. It was simple and sweet yet loving and full of energy. He never wanted her to forget that he was there for her, he would stand with her through any problem and continue holding her hand until the end of days. He always wanted her to remember that even when it felt like the world was against her, he would never be. He'd be there for her to fall back on, just like he knew she'd do for him. He pulled away after a few moments and smiled "Even after all the kisses we've shared, I never get over how I feel whenever we share one." He smiled softly.

"I know - and I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you about everything this week." He sighed "I was just sick and tired of everything going on. It's all stupid stuff that I didn't want to waste your time on hearing. You know - my brother just doing something stupid that's upset my mother that I'm supposed to fix halfway across the world. And then just feeling ill and having my chest pains now and then." He admitted, looking down at her. "I think that's something we should work on huh? Talking like this to each other regularly and letting each other just ramble on." He rubbed her back and never took his eyes of her.

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

Lindsay walked around for a little bit. She was trying to clear her mind, pretending to not care about the comments. Pretending she didn’t get a fight with her husband. Pretending the world wasn’t bothering her. She ran her hands along the walls mindlessly as she looked for something to catch her eye. Eventually, she grew bored and leaned again the railing, looking out onto the wide ocean and sky. Blue and almost welcoming. It was like they were in the middle of no where. “You would think you wouldn’t have troubles here. In the middle of the ocean, for Pete’s sake,” she laughed to herself. “But nope.”

She zipped up her hoodie as she stared into the blue abyss. Lindsay finally gave up on trying to fight her thoughts. However, all she could think about was how dumb everything was. The fight. The comments. The way she handled everything. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten so upset, especially with Michael. His intentions were good. If anything, the idea of her trying to defend herself in the way Michael always does didn’t even work out in theory. She couldn’t really call them out on their shit. Not directly. Lindsay could only make sarcastic jokes in twitter and the occasional passive aggressive comment in a video or two. Her husband’s method seemed to be much more effective anyhow, considering he didn’t ignore it like the victim.

Maybe one reason Lindsay couldn’t get the courage was because she knew how bullying worked. Or how it usually worked. The bully is self-conscious themselves, and making someone feel worse made them feel better. Causing pain shouldn’t be the answer to solving your own problems, as it’s only passing on your own misery to someone else. However, that wasn’t always the situation. Some people just find pure joy in making people sad. Lindsay could never tell which kind of bullies these horrible commentators were. She didn’t know to feel bad for them or despise them. Either way, she couldn’t show the pains their words cause her. It would only let the win. So… Ignoring was her favorite option.

Realizing she might be overthinking everything, she started walking again. She continued to drag her hand across the railing, with the other tugged into her pocket. As she wandered onto the sky-deck, she noticed a seemingly sleeping figure. She recognize the beanie, and the curls sneaking from under it, rather quickly. It’s probably not a good idea to sleep out here, she thought to herself as she tried to continue walking in his general direction. When he suddenly seemed to wake up, Lindsay swore she could hear some sort of groan. Her steps sped up, until she stopped herself a foot or two away from him. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

Michael jumped slightly at the sound of Lindsay's voice, looking over at her. She looked disheveled and looking like she had a billion things on her mind. He was surprised she was out here to be honest, he didn't think she would want to leave the nice heated cabin they shared together. "I'm fine.." He mumbled, twiddling his fingers "I just forgot to take some of m medication today. I'll take it when I go to bed.." He looked away from her and out towards the ocean, admiring how the moonlight shone off of the water. He had a billion things running through his mind as well, still lost in thought about a lot of things. Until he came to his conclusion. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders in defeat before speaking up to his wife "Come here."

He opened up his arms and moved his legs back onto the floor as she got on and made herself comfortable in his lap. He felt bad and hated fighting with Lindsay, he didn't want the tense air between them to continue any longer. He wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her into his chest, placing a couple of sweet kisses on her forehead. He was in love with her - he couldn't be mad at her for more than a hour. Of course he knew the topic of discussion would come back up again, only hopefully the next discussion would be more calm and less harsh words between the two.

"I'm sorry, Lindsay." He ended up mumbling, breaking the silence between the two. "I understand that there's somethings that you just need to deal with by yourself - and I know you're strong and mature enough to handle these types of situations by yourself but I just - I worry." He looked at her. "I remember walking in on your breaking down all that time ago and how I never wanted to see such a sight again. I just don't want you dealing with something like that alone - like I had to deal with it alone." He confessed. "I remember what it feels like and how much words can hurt someone. No-one seemed to help me back then - I just don't want someone that I love more than I could ever love myself having to go through the same thing."

"I can back off, I can try to let you address the problem." He said quickly, looking out at the ocean. "I mean - I can try. I just - " He stopped mid sentence in thought before he continued "I don't ever want to see you upset."

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

After a couple of minutes, Lindsay realized she wasn’t helping herself by reading the horrible things left in the comment section. She was really only hurting herself further. They really did say awful things. They really did make it seem like the words they were saying were true. It really did sound like they wanted her gone. And that’s not a good feeling. She could remember when she first popped up in a video and the comments were still similar. It stung then, it stings now. When it continued, of course she had a breakdown. She didn’t know what to do about it. Silly little words on a computer screen, left by anonymous users, made her rethink her whole life. It wasn’t till Michael caught onto the whole thing after her breakdown that she realized how worthless the comments actually were. Lindsay thought they could be ignored, and Michael knew that they couldn’t. Something had to be done, so Michael was the one brave enough to do it.

Lindsay tried to go back to editing, but the fight and Michael clouded her mind. She knew he was irritable, and maybe that discussion should had been saved for a less stressful day. She regretted the entire thing. She knew he was only cared so much because he loved so. She knew why he does what he does, but for some reason she tried to fight against it. Despite the fact she appreciated his protective qualities. It was like she knew there was going to be a fight, and she just chose to have it be over Youtube comments. It wasn’t the cleanest fight to pick, but somehow it was fought.

She glanced at the clock and noticed how much time passed. Lindsay didn’t think he would be gone for so long. She assumed he would come back after an hour so, after he let off steam. He probably went to Gavin’s and got caught up in a game, she told herself. She texted Meg, with no response. Lindsay thought about maybe going out herself. Maybe find him. And apologize for the dumb fight. She needed the fresh air anyways.

It was sort of nice to just relax and breathe in the night air. He wasn't one that had the push or energy to go explore and do things that required effort. He was a lazy fuck - he knew it. Maybe he could do more stuff like this, maybe even go out on night walks and runs. Yet he would have to think about his heart before doing all that stuff. He sighed and stared down at his hands for a moment, twirling the wedding band on his finger. He loved that thing to death, he was always cleaning it and wearing at at every second of the day - sometimes even sleeping with it. He didn't know whether it was because it represented Lindsay's pledge to spend her life with him or the fact that he actually got to wear one - probably both.

Michael's thoughts all jumbled around in his head, thinking about the fight and Lindsay. Now put at some sort of ease, he understood Lindsay's side of it. But he also couldn't bring himself to call himself out for being the wrong one - at least, wrong for the whole argument. He knew what it felt like to be picked on and judged by people, people saying horrible things and wanting him gone. Of course nowadays, he couldn't give a shit about any of those statements and isn't effected by them whatsoever - that's just how his personality has developed over the years. But during his young years in middle school and high school, he knew what it felt like to be bullied. Sure, he has a good amount of friends that had the same interests - but he was still labeled as a nerd for his interests by others. He remembered being hurt by stuff people would taunt and shout at him - him only being a young pre-teen boy when it started. He knew how much it hurt - even if he wasn't effected by it anymore. Bullying is bullying: no matter what age or who it is from. Maybe that played a part in why he was so defensive and calling out anybody who took a shot at Lindsay - he didn't want her feeling the same sadness he used to feel.

Especially after when he caught her in a breakdown about all the hatefulness coming towards her. He remembered it clear as a day, it had only been about three months into their relationship. The couple hadn't moved in together yet and they were still doing sleepover dates. He remembered that it was Lindsay's turn to have him over that night, they were going to watch a bunch of movies while he grabbed a large pizza from them to share. He just remembered using the key she gave him to open the door and be greeted by Lindsay crying at her desk. The memory has always been fresh and evident in his mind - and he never wanted to see that again.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep in a sense. He heard footsteps coming up to the skydeck but chose to ignore them. He focused on trying to fall asleep when a pain shot through his chest, causing him to groan softly and flutter his eyes open.

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

"I’ve matured. I’ve grown more used to this shit after every video I’m in. Does it hurt? A little. Do I care what these people think? Maybe. Only cause it’s supposed to be our fans or whatever," she sighed. "You’ve done so much for me when I couldn’t handle it alone. By, maybe it’s about time I try to defend myself. By myself," Lindsay crossed her arms. "I know I don’t have to do it alone, but I need to. Otherwise, these fuckwads might think I’m weak or some shit. I need to prove that I’m not who they think I am. I’m not some fucking little girl playing with the big boys. I can handle myself, and I need to prove that. Both to myself and the haters." She was started to get fed up with the argument, but she needed to put her feelings into words. Maybe they weren’t the nicest words, but she was finally talking.

Lindsay soon continued after Michael stopped talking. “I know I don’t have to do this by myself. I know that. I know you love me, and you’re just trying to help, but I need to know that I can do it by myself,” she attempted to explain, but she only felt like she was repeating herself. “It’s not that I love how protective you are and how much you want to defend me, Michael, but some things don’t need to be constantly brought up. Maybe I was just trying to figure out how I wanted to handle it before I talked to you about it, hm?” Her voice only harshened. ”I love you, really, I do. But this is just something that you shouldn’t be sticking your nose into. This is my problem. And only my problem. If I realize I can’t fucking handle it, then I can’t fucking handle it. I need to fucking try though. I just need to try. And it’s hard when you jump into it, guns-ablazing, before I get the chance to.”

A tense silence seemed to fill the room. Lindsay watched as her husband just stood up, without saying a word, and was ready to walk out. She watched quietly until he finally got to the door. “Where are you going?” she asked the classic question in a hushed voice, as if scared for the answer. His tone and response stung a bit. She was almost ready to follow him before he slammed the door. “God fucking dammit!” she screamed as she banged her fist on the desk. “Just… Fuck.” She looked back at Michael’s screen, still on the page of comments. She glanced at the door before taking her husband’s former seat and began to scroll through the comments once again. Reading each comment more thoroughly. Again. The same old thing. Same dumb, numbing resulting pain. Now if only she knew how to handle this shit before picking the fight…

Michael didn't realize how long he had left the cabin for. A few moments resulted in being a few hours. Beyond angry at the point in time from his argument with Lindsay, he stormed over to Gavin and Meg's. He didn't really say much to them, besides stealing a shit ton of their food and just snacking out on it for as long as he could. Him and Lindsay didn't have fights very often - but he usually felt like a pile of shit after them. Which with everything going on from this week, this wasn't the best thing that Michael needed. He was thankful that Gav and Meg didn't ask many questions passed that, they just relaxed all on the couch together and watched tv.

A couple of hours passed with Michael watching tv with Turnfree, until he realized that the couple had fallen asleep- snuggled against each other. In a way, it hurt him to see that. After just getting into a fight with his cuddle buddy and most likely would be taking the couch for the night, it just worked him up again. He left a small 'thank you' note before getting up and quietly making his departure from the cabin. He really didn't feel like going back to the cabin yet, so he wandered around. He got to see parts of the ship he hasn't bothered to explore and one way or another, found himself on the skydeck not much later.

He started to concern himself when he felt small pains radiating from his chest, he knew he had to take it easy. He pulled out one of the pool chairs and sat down, getting a great view of the sky and sea. He pulled his legs up towards his chest and leaned back into the chair slightly, trying to calm himself down while shivering from the slight chill that made it past his jacket.

He didn't know whether he was to blame for this argument, he guessed that he was. His intention was never to make Lindsay come off as weak or feebly - that's why he married her, because he loved how strong willed she is. He just thought he was being a husband and doing what husbands to - but maybe he had crossed some sort of line with this. With that, he sighed out a chilled breath and closed his eyes for a moment - the pain in his chest starting to subside but still leaving a sting on his body.

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

Lindsay stiffened. “Yeah, so what? what are names gonna do? Nothing. Geoff isn’t going to fire me, so it doesn’t matter if these jackasses want me fired or not. They don’t get a say in the matter,” she huffed. “And yes, they want me to do terrible, terrible things. They claim they want me gone. Even dead. But know what? I’m a bigger person than to listen to a bunch of 13 year olds who haven’t even hit puberty! I know that their words are essentially meaningless, Michael,” she justified her claim to ignore the comments. “This isn’t your battle to fight. It’s mine. I can handle it.”

She knew he wasn’t fine. She knew he was tired. He had been chugging Red Bulls all week. She knew he was dealing with stuff, even if he wasn’t sharing entire details with her. Lindsay could guess everything wasn’t exactly helping his heart problems either. God forbid he was so stressed he forgot his medication, he could wind up in another hospital. No one wanted that. Especially since Lindsay didn’t want to ride in another ambulance.

She tried to calm herself. Now she was worked up about this whole dumb thing. “I’m not saying you ever threatened someone’s lover,” she sighed. “These comments are just the way these people are complaining about the content not reaching their standards. Standards that, for whatever reason, don’t include myself participating in videos,” she explain her previous statement. “I remember our vows, yes. We are a team, yes,” she nodded. “But players have positions. You don’t see an outfielder trying to throw pitches. Or defense trying to play offense.”

"You can handle it? Really? That's why it's effected you so much in the past. When we first started dating, you pushed me away from seeing all that stuff. I had no idea about all the backlash you receive until you just broke down in front of me." He explained. "I know you are better than any of those assholes who bully a person through a computer screen - acting like a bunch of cowards." He cocked his eyebrow. "But I also know that bullying is bullying - no matter what age or who it is from. It's unfair and unjustified - sitting there and not saying a word isn't helping your case. Okay, maybe me speaking out all the time gives the haters what they want in a sense. But ever since I made that video, the hater limit has gone down a lot from what it used to be. It made a difference!" He exclaimed.

"Why must you be so stubborn on accepting help from anybody?" He asked genuinely. "I love you - but it sucks when you don't let me in or let me work out these problems with you. I want to be someone you can go to talk to about anything - including stuff like these." He went on further. "Okay yes - we have positions. But how is the team supposed to be successful and win if we don't work together and talk to one another? You have to let me in on this, Linds. This proves it." He exclaimed before pointing to the black wedding band on his finger.

Eventually he just started to feel sick after having this argument with her, feeling even more drained and aching than ever. He knew he needed to remove himself from the argument before he stressed himself out more about it, he didn't need the small pains in his chest to start up again. Eventually he just got up from the chair, grabbing his unopened beer and putting his shoes on at the door. He heard the small question from Lindsay asking where he was going, which he responded back sternly "Out." He said before opening the door, slamming it shut and making his way down the hallway. His chest hurting the whole entire time.

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

"I appreciate you wanting to help, but it’s still not your problem. It’s mine. I should be the one handling this. I’m just choosing to ignore it right now," she told Michael. Lindsay leaned against the desk, knowing this conversation might last a while. "You are being supportive, Michael, but you don’t need to call out every idiot who says something dumb about me. If anything, you’re going a little overboard when you get so worked up about this shit," she admitted. She knew she might as well be honest, even if she knew it might just make him more upset about the situation.

Lindsay could see her husband only getting more fed up. “The internet is full of wonderful things, but also horrible things. That includes people, okay?” she attempted to calm him down to an extend. It didn’t quite work. He still seemed tensed, as she could tell as he instantly reached for his beer. “Maybe you should lay off the stimulants and depressants for the day,” she suggested.

"People don’t wanna listen. It’s like you can fix that," she reminded him. "And they aren’t a threat. Not really. It’s not like they are threatening to do anything about me being in videos. They’re just complaining. People do that shit. Including us."

"Overboard?" Michael asked her, the look of utter disbelief all over his face. "Are you kidding me Lindsay? People are fucking calling you names, demand that you get fired and that you should do unspeakable things to yourself. Don't even try to deny the fact that it doesn't effect you just a little bit." He was getting frustrated by Lindsay's words, not understanding some of the logic she had come to. She said he had no business, when he believe he had much business with what is said towards his wife. Especially there was a lovely group of haters that hated on her for being with him.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, taking another swig of the beer he had. He hadn't had a full length conversation in Lindsay for about a week, being distracted by so much work and the own family drama he was trying to deal with by himself. Not to mention that he physically and mentally drained and un-well. He only worried that these things in his life would eventually effect his heart - it scared him to death if he felt any type of pain in his chest.

"I have never gone after someone's wife. Someone's lover who they want to love and protect with every fiber of their being." He argued back before he just looked at her blankly. "Do you not remember what we said in our vows? This has everything to do with me. We're supposed to be a team."

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

Lindsay was editing one of the newer Achievement Hunter shows when she heard her husband’s cussing. She took off her headphones and looked over at him. She knew he was a little pissy today, which wasn’t fun for her either.She could only imagine what could have made him mad this time.”What is it now?” she mumbled as she got up to look at his screen. “Let me see…”

She scanned the screen. Horrible comments, all about her. She sighed as she continued to read each of them. It was the usual stuff. Lindsay thought this would be something she could get used to, but every comment still stung a little bit. Even if she knew the intention behind the words were sexist and ignorant, it was not fun to be the victim of them. However, she also knew there was nothing that could really been done about them.

"It’s just idiots," she commented as she looked back at Michael. "You know that. I know that. Everyone but the idiots themselves know that." She glanced at the screen in thought. "Maybe you should just stop, They probably think you’re only doing it cause I asked you to. Which I don’t," Lindsay gave her husband a look. "They’re idiots. They’ll always be idiots until they crack their head open. And as tough and aggressive you are, even you can’t break their skulls," she told him as she scrolled back up to the top of the page. "Just ignore it. Pretend they aren’t there. It’s not really your problem anyways. It’s mine. If it gets too far, I’ll call them out. Until then, I’ll just ignore it. Like usual."

Michael watched Lindsay as she started to talk, scanning through the comments as she did. "Lindsay - it came my problem when we started dating. There isn't a more horrible feeling in the world than when a group of people are saying horrible things and taunting your wife yet you cannot do anything about it." He explained. "I'm sorry if I get a bit frustrated that people cannot seem to get the hint. You're my wife Lindsay - I love you. I want to try to protect you whenever I can, my job is to be supportive and try to help in anyway possible when you are faced with problems as such."

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, lounged in his sweats and jacket - a beanie hiding the mess of curls that was his hair. He felt completely shitty today and this only seemed to add to the load. "Why do people have to be so goddamn negative all the time? If people would shut their fucking mouths and keep their thoughts to themselves, then the internet would be such a better fucking place." He mumbled, grabbing the beer from his desk and taking a swig. All he has been living on today was Red Bull and a Coors Light beer- that probably wasn't helping the way he was feeling either.

"It's already gone too far Lindsay - it went too far a long time ago. And I just pisses me off that no-one seems to take into account what I say about any of it." He gave her a look. "And don't even - I know you would do the same shit for me if the roles were reversed."

Trouble in Paradise || Team Jones

To be perfectly honest, Michael was already having a terrible day as it was. He hadn't been feeling well when he woke up this morning and had his mother in tears on the phone over a family matter that Michael didn't know how to fix. Not to mention he had been recording and editing ever since he woke up to now in the late afternoon. To procrastinate some of his time, he decided to check out the comments on the latest Achievement Hunter video, always making a point to check the comments to see if the material they were putting out were entertaining the viewers or if they needed to come up with new ideas for their videos.

He tried to ignore it this time, he really did - but he couldn't help but notice the comments about his wife filling up the comment section. Comments calling her ugly, unfunny, cringeworthy and a fat bitch just infuriated him and made him even more pissed off than he already was. Especially when he saw comments talking about how she should be fired and that she didn't deserve to know the boys; especially be married to Michael.

"God fucking dammit!" He shouted, kicking the computer desk and throwing his headphones. He knew that he had gained Lindsay's attention by that point. "Motherfucking assholes don't even listen to me!" He shrieked, motioning the computer screen. "I tell them off time after time yet they still don't seem to fucking get it. It's so fucking annoying!"