The housework; u and Justin had moved in together six months geleden and both of u are happily in love with each other. He had asked u to verplaats in on a datum at the restaurant u had your first datum together, and u couldn’t think of a meer romantic way to be asked. Lately though, after Justin got back from tour, he is meer and meer sloppy. He doesn’t clean after himself when avondeten, diner is done, he tosses his clothes around mindlessly and so on. This is getting to u because u know he has a career to think about and work for but u work too, and u still have to clean up after him.
One dag you’ve had enough and when you’re sitting on the divan, bank with Justin, u decide to bring the subject up. “Justin, can we talk?” He mumbles out a response, keeping his eyes on the basketbal game they are tonen on TV. u sigh deeply, reaching for the remote and turn off the game he was watching. His head snaps towards you, confusion written all over his face. “What the hell? Why did u - are u okay?” He interrupts himself once he notices your upset expression and creases forms on his forehead.
Biting your bottom lip, u shake your head slowly. Justin, looking meer confused than ever, motions for u to elaborate. “I wanted to talk to u about something and u completely ignored me.” u mumble, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m sorry. I was watching the game but since u turned that off… What’s up?” “See, this is what I mean. u wouldn’t have listened to me if I hadn’t turned TV off. I wanted to talk to u about your clothes, Justin.” u say, much clearer this time seeing as u want him to hear your thoughts. u want him to listen to u and respect your opinions. Justin cocks his eyebrows, barking out a short laugh.
“Uhm, okay. What about them?” “You leave them everywhere. I know u have your career and fans, so u need to work hard. I understand that but that doesn’t mean u can’t pick them up after yourself. I have work, too, Justin but u don’t see me throwing them everywhere. I found your jeans in the keuken-, keuken the other day. I’m tired when I get home pagina too and I would really appreciate it if u could clean after yourself.” The words gush out of your mouth but you’re relieved when you’re done because u needed to get that off of your chest. Justin’s face has now melted to a frown and as he stares at you. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t even realize. I’m gonna start cleaning, I promise. I just don’t wanna fight about this. What about a movie night tonight and I’ll clean the apartment tomorrow?”
One dag you’ve had enough and when you’re sitting on the divan, bank with Justin, u decide to bring the subject up. “Justin, can we talk?” He mumbles out a response, keeping his eyes on the basketbal game they are tonen on TV. u sigh deeply, reaching for the remote and turn off the game he was watching. His head snaps towards you, confusion written all over his face. “What the hell? Why did u - are u okay?” He interrupts himself once he notices your upset expression and creases forms on his forehead.
Biting your bottom lip, u shake your head slowly. Justin, looking meer confused than ever, motions for u to elaborate. “I wanted to talk to u about something and u completely ignored me.” u mumble, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m sorry. I was watching the game but since u turned that off… What’s up?” “See, this is what I mean. u wouldn’t have listened to me if I hadn’t turned TV off. I wanted to talk to u about your clothes, Justin.” u say, much clearer this time seeing as u want him to hear your thoughts. u want him to listen to u and respect your opinions. Justin cocks his eyebrows, barking out a short laugh.
“Uhm, okay. What about them?” “You leave them everywhere. I know u have your career and fans, so u need to work hard. I understand that but that doesn’t mean u can’t pick them up after yourself. I have work, too, Justin but u don’t see me throwing them everywhere. I found your jeans in the keuken-, keuken the other day. I’m tired when I get home pagina too and I would really appreciate it if u could clean after yourself.” The words gush out of your mouth but you’re relieved when you’re done because u needed to get that off of your chest. Justin’s face has now melted to a frown and as he stares at you. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t even realize. I’m gonna start cleaning, I promise. I just don’t wanna fight about this. What about a movie night tonight and I’ll clean the apartment tomorrow?”
