Luke: Luke hates how stressed you've been these past few weeks. You have 3 papers to write, 2 projects, and you're part of the prom committee and you have to submit the theme layout in a week. You weren't handling things pretty well and end up getting mad at Luke every time he tries to help.

"I don't need your help, babe! I can do things on my own." You say, but Luke insisted on helping you anyway.

"No, your anger isn't gonna get me this time. Let me help you, I'm not just here to comfort you when you're sad or buy you food when you're PMS-ing. I'm here to help you with every problem that you're facing. You can't always do things on your own, baby."

And with that, your heart melted.

Ashton: You weren't musically inclined like your boyfriend Ashton. You struggled with music class because the teacher had such high expectations on every student.

"Can't I just drop the subject and take it next semester?" You say to Ashton.

"You can do this, babe. You're half-way done with the school year, so why stop now? Don't be scared of your teacher, he just wants to bring out the best in you that's why he acts like that. Now come here, let me teach you how to write these correct piano notes."

Calum: It's 3am and you're not done writing chapter 3 of your thesis. The deadline is in 5 hours and you're so close to giving up.

"I can't do this anymore," you whisper to yourself as you attempt to close the laptop in front of you.

"Oh no you don't, you're not giving up that easily." Calum says as he stops your hand.

You thought that Calum was sleeping beside you already, but he said that he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that you're under a lot of stress with your thesis.

"Let me help, what do you need?" Calum offers. He grabs the laptop from your lap and scrolls through the draft you wrote. He had some pretty good suggestions and you wrote them down in your notebook for future reference.

"Thank you, I love you." You whisper and kiss his cheek gently.

Michael: "If I had a dollar for every time you say UGH, I'd be rich right now." Michael jokes, but apparently you weren't in the mood for laughter. You were working on your graduation speech and it had to be about dealing with stress, which was actually your weakest trait. You were the worst at dealing with stress and everyone knew that, especially your boyfriend Michael.

"Why did they even assign me this topic? Can't I just tell them about how great the slushie machine is inside the cafeteria?" You say. "This speech about stress is stressing me out!"

"You know I think that would be the perfect introduction, it would be ironic and funny at the same time. But also tell them that time management and patience are things that you should remember when dealing with stress. Nothing worth having comes easy, right? You just need to be patient and you'll achieve your goal eventually." Michael says, you and you were quite shocked.

"I did not expect that from you, Clifford."

Michael smiles and kisses you on the forehead, "now go write that down before we both forget what I just said."