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You closed and locked the door behind you. Your apartment was stuck in a small building with loud people, a giant family, and someone who was smoking something upstairs. And was also very loud, especially when they were drunk. Ever since you and Boyfriend met, you made it a project to make the walls to cancel the noise as much as possible, using plenty of furniture, framed posters of your favorite band/artist, and messing with the air vents. Some of the air vents had some funky pipes that went in multiple different directions before the air can come out. It's helped a lot.

All you had in your apartment was a big living room, a small bedroom with the bathroom inside, and a tiny kitchen. Even though you didn't like it there, it was all you could afford. As long as the apartments didn't hold fishy neighbors, you were fine with it all.

Boyfriend crashed on the beige couch and turned on the TV. You didn't have normal cable TV, but you had a variety of streaming sites you can access to. You paid for one streaming site, which was your favorite, and the rest were free to use, like YouTube and Tubi.

You went into the kitchen and dug through your fridge. To communicate with you, Boyfriend has to write it out in his messy hand writing. You eventually could read that his throat was sore and he dearly wanted to eat something. You decided to make a salad, get some yogurt out, and water. He won't liking drinking it, but pop and juice can be pretty rough on his throat.

You came back out with both of your plates and set them on the counter. Boyfriend folded his arms and leaned back. He opened his mouth to talk, but all that came out was a groan. You sat next to him and nudged his arm.

"You have to have something. I know you love meat, unless you want it to be liquidated. Totally tasty."

Boyfriend shook his head and miserably flipped on you favorite streaming site. You sighed and started eating your fill, hopefully inspiring him to eat. It clearly killed his motivation to find a good show. He tossed you the TV remote and cuddled up into a ball in the couch's corner, burying his face into the pillow. You smacked him with the remote before choosing a show you've been binging. He didn't need to act like the little kid he looks like.

The noise coming from the TV made the room feel less awkward. It was so weird not hearing Boyfriend beatboxing or singing since he does it all the time. What can you do and say about that? Not much, obviously.

You rubbed his arm, giving him an assuring smile. He glanced at you and his miserable look eased up. He turned his face a bit so one eye can watch the TV. Eventually, after a few minutes of warming up to this new setting for him, he sat up, grabbed his plate and fork, and ate up. He finished before you could, watching him wolfing it down without issue. He even chugged the water in one go! Probably because he just wanted it done and over with. What a baby...

Night time came and Boyfriend got ready to sleep on the couch. He did live somewhere, but he'd rather not share it. You didn't push the topic, but planned on asking him at some point about it.

You went into your room and flopped onto your twin bed. It was an old bed you've had for years, but it was still comfy. You didn't bother showering, not feeling like getting up. You just wanted to rest and hope Boyfriend is in a better mood tomorrow. You couldn't help but think about Delilah. She seemed pretty nice. With her mom being a model, you can imagine she's got a good sense in fashion and makeup. And posing too, definitely posing. You didn't know why just getting to meet Delilah in person bothered you. You'll ask Boyfriend about it tomorrow. For now, time to do your favorite activity of the whole day: sleep!

Description
You closed and locked the door behind you. Your apartment was stuck in a small building with loud people, a giant family, and someone who was smoking something upstairs. And was also very loud, especially when they were drunk. Ever since you and Boyfriend met, you made it a project to make the walls to cancel the noise as much as possible, using plenty of furniture, framed posters of your favorite band/artist, and messing with the air vents. Some of the air vents had some funky pipes that went in multiple different directions before the air can come out. It's helped a lot.

All you had in your apartment was a big living room, a small bedroom with the bathroom inside, and a tiny kitchen. Even though you didn't like it there, it was all you could afford. As long as the apartments didn't hold fishy neighbors, you were fine with it all.

Boyfriend crashed on the beige couch and turned on the TV. You didn't have normal cable TV, but you had a variety of streaming sites you can access to. You paid for one streaming site, which was your favorite, and the rest were free to use, like YouTube and Tubi.

You went into the kitchen and dug through your fridge. To communicate with you, Boyfriend has to write it out in his messy hand writing. You eventually could read that his throat was sore and he dearly wanted to eat something. You decided to make a salad, get some yogurt out, and water. He won't liking drinking it, but pop and juice can be pretty rough on his throat.

You came back out with both of your plates and set them on the counter. Boyfriend folded his arms and leaned back. He opened his mouth to talk, but all that came out was a groan. You sat next to him and nudged his arm.

"You have to have something. I know you love meat, unless you want it to be liquidated. Totally tasty."

Boyfriend shook his head and miserably flipped on you favorite streaming site. You sighed and started eating your fill, hopefully inspiring him to eat. It clearly killed his motivation to find a good show. He tossed you the TV remote and cuddled up into a ball in the couch's corner, burying his face into the pillow. You smacked him with the remote before choosing a show you've been binging. He didn't need to act like the little kid he looks like.

The noise coming from the TV made the room feel less awkward. It was so weird not hearing Boyfriend beatboxing or singing since he does it all the time. What can you do and say about that? Not much, obviously.

You rubbed his arm, giving him an assuring smile. He glanced at you and his miserable look eased up. He turned his face a bit so one eye can watch the TV. Eventually, after a few minutes of warming up to this new setting for him, he sat up, grabbed his plate and fork, and ate up. He finished before you could, watching him wolfing it down without issue. He even chugged the water in one go! Probably because he just wanted it done and over with. What a baby...

Night time came and Boyfriend got ready to sleep on the couch. He did live somewhere, but he'd rather not share it. You didn't push the topic, but planned on asking him at some point about it.

You went into your room and flopped onto your twin bed. It was an old bed you've had for years, but it was still comfy. You didn't bother showering, not feeling like getting up. You just wanted to rest and hope Boyfriend is in a better mood tomorrow. You couldn't help but think about Delilah. She seemed pretty nice. With her mom being a model, you can imagine she's got a good sense in fashion and makeup. And posing too, definitely posing. You didn't know why just getting to meet Delilah in person bothered you. You'll ask Boyfriend about it tomorrow. For now, time to do your favorite activity of the whole day: sleep!