Mari looked down at the scene of nuts and bolts scattered across the hardwood of her and her girlfriends bedroom. “This is impossible,” she mumbled, glaring over at the girl whose head was buried in the instructions manual of their brand new Ikea bed frame. “Are you going to like, oh I don’t know, fucking do something other than try to read the same instructions a dozen times?” Her hands rested perfectly on her hips as she cocked a shit eating grin the direction of the girl, immediately rolling her eyes whenever the girl was not fazed. “No seriously. I’ve been doing fucking everything and you’re just sitting there,” she stated, her voice slightly firmer now. She was an ass, but honestly, so was her girlfriend.











