“Oh my god, can you just leave it alone?” You shriek at your boyfriend. Kirby stands in front of you with his arms crossed, leaning against the counter. “I’m not gonna fucking leave it alone because I want to know why you’re sending him a goddamn message at 2 in the morning!” He yells at you.
You and Kirby have been fighting for 4 hours now. Over what? Neither of you could say at this point. You believe it may have started with asking him to put the spatula and pan he used to make his food in the dishwasher and him calling you a nag, but somehow you both have gotten to a worse point. Now Kirby is accusing you of talking to someone else while he’s been on the road. Although the person in question is Noah, someone you’ve been in school with for two years now. You both are close, but a scroll through your messages indicates that you two only ever talk about school or the occasional new coffee item offered at the cafe at the university you both attend. This doesn’t matter though because Kirby is pissed, you’re pissed, and you both are just pulling shit out of thin air.
“What about all those women that you go see in strip clubs while you’re away? Or I don’t know, God forbid, probably the women that you PAY to suck you off or have sex with you.” His face turns to stone and you know you’ve taken it too far by insinuating that he hardcore has cheated on you by asking other women to suck him off or have sex with him. You truly know he would never, and you don’t even know why you said it to begin with. “Kirby..” He throws his hands up and grabs his keys off the counter. “Where are you going?” You beg slightly, knowing you’ve driven him out. “I don’t know, (y/n). Somewhere where you’re not.” He throws open the front door and slams it behind him. You close your eyes and sigh, knowing that your last comment took things too far. You know Kirby would never cheat on you. And you know he would never pay someone to give him a blowjob, or anything else, while you two were together.
You looked at the door longingly, hoping he would come back in. When it’s clear that he’s not, you go and sit on the couch. One of your dogs jumps up next to you, sensing your tension and sadness. You hope that Kirby is just going to his parents’ house for the evening. Technically, that’s where he still lives, so it wouldn’t even be that big of a deal. Although he doesn’t officially live with you, he stays most nights at your apartment. You pay for the place, even though he’s offered multiple times to pay or at least chip in. You don’t let him, knowing you have a job that can pay your rent and your basic bills. Kirby goes above and beyond sometimes and will end up buying gas for your car and groceries for the apartment though. You let him buy the groceries because he is a 20 year old boy, and he definitely knows how to eat.
You pick up your phone and start typing a message out to him, but every time you go to send it, you stop yourself. He probably does need some time and space away, it’s just really hard to sit and wait. You guys have had spats before, and you both were known for having tempers. But fights between you two had never gotten to this point. He was tired from being on the road and playing long hours and you were tired from going to school and working full time. There was no excuse, but two exhausted people coming together can have deadly consequences.
You debate calling him and then decide once and for all that you need to give him his space. You turn your phone off to help create a barrier between you and contacting him. You lay down on the couch and Ollie repositions himself near you. Petting him makes you feel a little better, and you eventually muster up enough energy to flick on the tv. Old Doctor Who episodes are on, and since you have no energy to turn the channel and find something else, you let the episodes play in the background.
You awake with a startle as you hear pounding on your apartment door. Ollie jumps down and starts to bark. You try to jump up and get ahold of your bearings, but you’re still too disoriented from your nap. You can’t find your phone and you have no idea who would be pounding on the door at, you squint at the clock, 10:47 at night. You only were asleep for an hour, but it felt like much later than that. You run to the door and look through the peephole as the person keeps banging on the door. “You have to open up. Please! If you’re in there, I have to know you’re okay!” You could recognize that voice anywhere.
You swing the door open and Kirby’s face washes with relief. He reaches down and envelopes you in a crushing hug. You can feel ragged breaths going in and out of his body. You’re happy that he seems to not be upset with you anymore, but you can’t understand his urgency. You pull away to breathe and he starts talking quickly. You put your hands up to shush him. “Kirby!” You say to get his attention. He stops and looks at you and plants a passionate kiss on your lips. You feel his scruff against your cheek and you realize that this is a feeling you never want to let go of. These small moments with him that only you get to experience.
“There was a bad wreck baby. It was so bad. It was your car's description. It was your description. They said that the person inside wasn’t alive and was dead on arrival.” Kirby’s voice cracks. “Dad thought it was you.” He strangles out. You process what he’s saying, and you think of the people in the wreck. It sounds horrendous, and you’d never wish that on your worst enemy. He looks at you in the eyes. “I thought it was you.” He barely whispers. You can see the brokenness in his eyes and also the relief at knowing that you’re safe.
“Kirby, I am so sorry for what I said-“ you have more to say but he grabs you again and crushes you to his chest. “Forget about it. You’re right. I need to do better and be better.” You shake your head no as he leans down to kiss you again. “I know you’d never cheat on me.” You say between his kisses. He nods his head like he’s accepting your apology, he nods because he knows that you don’t truly believe he would. You're his entire world, and he would never jeopardize that for a blowjob or a lap dance or any of those things.
You both eventually fall onto the couch, still kissing breathlessly. You’re both mumbling “I love yous” and “I’m sorrys” over and over again. Eventually you both pull away and you sit up, indicating that you need to breathe for a few moments. Kirby takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze. “Please just know I love you so much.” He says, leaning his forehead against yours. And you believe him. You see the look in his eyes now, and you saw it when you first opened the door earlier. He is completely smitten with you, and even though you both can be full of bullshit sometimes, there’s no one else you’d rather be spending your life with than him.
/// So I guess I am officially posting my writings now. I also have an Adam Boqvist story up on my blog, but due to creating a new blog to write, Tumblr won't show my posts in the tags yet. This is mainly due to the fact that they have to make sure my account is legit. So, hopefully soon, my posts start to actually reach more people. Until then, I'm going to keep posting my stories and whatever strikes me. If anyone has any thoughts, questions, or requests please let me know!
