Suggested by @Frostmana393
Thank you for the suggestion! I'm sorry if the boys might seem a bit out of character. I don't really think they'd do anything to make their partner mad so I kind of had to twist their personalities a bit.

Garroth;

"Seriously Garroth? Seriously?" You gestured to everything around you. You came home from a tiring day at work to the house looking like an absolute mess and your boyfriend didn't even try to clean anything up. Instead, he was on the couch scrolling through his phone.

"What? It's not that bad, just chill out." Garroth rolled his eyes and looked back to his phone. You clenched your hands into fists, starting to feel your blood boil.

"No, Garroth, I will not 'chill out'. I swear, I'm the only one who actually does anything in this house!" You snapped. Garroth glared at you.

"You know what? You are the only one who does anything in this house because that's what women are supposed to do. They cook and clean." Garroth smirked. Your mouth dropped open and you went wide-eyed. You would not stand for this.

"I have no idea what's gotten into you Garroth, but I'm not going to stand for it." You grabbed your purse and car keys. "I'll be back in the morning to collect my things." Before you could even set foot out the door, Garroth pulled you back, his eyes wide with fear.

"No, please don't go (Y/N). I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I said. I-I have no idea what came over me. You're right, you do do most of the stuff for the house and I'm going to help you from now on. Just please don't leave me." His eyes started to well up with tears, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you. You hard gaze started to soften. You didn't like seeing Garroth cry. You sighed and kissed Garroth's cheek softly.

"Alright, I'll stay, but if this happens again I'm leaving." Garroth nodded his head frantically and pulled you into a hug.

Laurance:

You have no idea what's gotten into Laurence. One day he treats you like a princess, the next day he treats you like dirt. For the past month he's done nothing but snap at you, call you names, and lower your self esteem. You kept telling yourself it would get better, but today was the last straw for you. You were getting ready for a night out with the girls when suddenly,

"You're wearing that? Jeez, and you told me you weren't a whore." Laurance laughed harshly. You felt something snap inside of you. You didn't know if it was the final straw, or your broken heart. Your nostrils flared and whipped around to face to Laurance.

"What I wear does not matter. I wear what makes me comfortable, not to please you. I'm so done with you Laurance, I'm so done. You've done nothing but treat me horribly for the past month and I can't do it anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore Laurance." Tears started to run down your face. When did they even begin to form? "When I come back, I'm bringing the girls so they can help me pack my stuff." Laurance stared at you silently, his expression unreadable. You tried to slip past him, but he caught your hand.

"Please don't leave." He whispered, his voice sounding fragile. "I'm sorry. I'm so, terribly sorry. My new boss is horrible and I've been taking all of the anger I have towards her out on you. You don't deserve that, my Angel. I don't know what else to say but I'm sorry." You sighed softly and squeezed his hand. You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Apology accepted. This better not happen again." You warned. Laurance nodded and smiled.

"By the way, you look absolutely beautiful." You blushed. There's the Laurance you know and love.

Dante:

Another day, another fight. You and Dante have done nothing but fight these past few weeks and both of you are starting to lose it.

"Honestly Dante, I don't see why you have to hang out with the boys tonight, you just hung out with them two days ago." You rolled your eyes from your spot on the bed while Dante got ready in the mirror. Dante glared at you through the mirror.

"Well what choice do I have? We're always fighting anyway and I don't want to be around someone who riles me up." Dante went back to fixing his hair while you glared at him.

"Well it's your fault. We wouldn't fight so much if you would just stop picking fights and start spending time with me." You snarled. Dante turned to face you fully. He started to slowly walk towards you.

"Of course it's my fault, it's never your fault. I guess I'm reason why you're gaining weight too. I guess I'm the reason why you're acting so snappy. I guess I'm the reason why our relationship is falling apart!" By now Dante was so close you could feel his hard breathing. Suddenly, Dante lifted his hand and slapped you across the face. Both of you were quiet, trying to process what happened. Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood up from the bed and tried to walk out of the room.

"We're done." Dante almost didn't hear you, you said it so quietly. He quickly blocked your path and cupped your cheeks. The tears started falling down your face as you cried softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Baby, please look at me. I'm so sorry, I don't why I did that. I didn't mean anything I said, you're beautiful and wonderful and I love you." Dante's own tears started to fall as he tried to kiss away yours.

"W-Why would you h-hit m-me?" You hiccuped. Dante shook his head.

"I don't know, Baby, I don't know. I'm so so sorry." Dante didn't go out that night and you didn't leave. You two stayed home and talked everything out.

Travis:

"You did what?!" You shrieked. Travis looked down at the floor shamefully.

"I cheated on you..." He said quietly. You got up from your spot on the couch and started pacing. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound being your soft footsteps.

"...When? Why?" You finally looked up at Travis, hurt and angry beyond comprehension.

"A few months ago when you went in that road trip with the girls. I missed you and I thought someone could fill in the hole in my heart while you were gone. It was only a fling though! As soon as I realized I felt nothing, I kicked her out." Travis tried his best to save himself. You stared at Travis silently.

"You... brought this girl into our bed?" You asked, afraid of the answer. Travis nodded slowly. Your legs gave out and you crumbled to floor. "You... you... YOU..." You couldn't find the right words. You hid your face in your hands, sobs racking at your body. Travis crouched next to you and tried to hug you, but you pushed him away. "I hope that you burn." You whispered, looking up to give him the sharpest glare you could muster.

"You don't mean that... do you?" You looked away from Travis, not knowing what to say.

"I want to break up." You mumbled. The phrase barely left your lips before Travis pulled you to his chest, despite your wishes.

"I don't. (Y/N) please, I know what I did was wrong, I know I'm idiot, and I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have done that no matter how much I missed you. I promise I won't even think about doing that again. Please (Y/N), please give me one more chance." Travis pleaded, looking deep into his eyes. You didn't say anything, you just let your head rest on his chest and cried softly.

Zane:

"Zane! Did you break my vase?!" You yelled, walking into the bedroom. Zane looked up from his phone and shrugged.

"Yeah? So?"

"So?! Zane, this vase was my grandmother's! She gave this to me years ago before she passed away!" You snapped at him, close to tears.

"Oh well, it was an eye sore anyway." Zane looked back to his phone. It's been like this for weeks now. Zane breaks or does something to something you care about and he doesn't even care. He doesn't even apologize. This was the final straw.

"I have had it with you, Zane! I can't do this anymore! I can't deal with you breaking my things and just brushing it off as if it's nothing!" Zane rolled his eyes.

"Alright calm down, we'll go get you a new one later, jeez."

"That's the thing, Zane, we can't. That was a one of a kind, it's sentimental value was irreplaceable! You don't even care! I just-" You cut yourself off, not even want to finish the sentence. Zane wasn't going to care anyway. You started pulling your clothes out of the closet, Zane looking at you like you grew two heads.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm packing my things, what does it look like? I told you I've had it with you. I'm leaving, Zane." Before you could even finish pulling out a shirt, Zane was up and next you, his eyes wide with fear.

"(Y/N), please don't go." You continued taking clothes. "(Y/N) please, I'm sorry I've been acting so horribly lately, I don't what's gotten into me." You gave no reaction. "I love you." He said weakly. You paused for a second before sighing. You looked at Zane.

"I accept your apology, but this better not happen again." Zane smiled and pulled you into a hug.

"C'mon, let's go find the glue."

Aaron:

Aaron is too good of a boyfriend and he wouldn't do anything to make you mad and I can't think of anything for him 😋.

Okay, I've got some stuff to cover.

1)

wHAT THE HECK JASON I CHOKED ON AIR.

2) I am from now on going to refer to you guys as my children. I don't care if you're older than me, you are my child and I am going to care for you.

3) I'm soooooo sorry for not updating last Sunday! I spent the afternoon at my friend's house and I didn't write one beforehand and I could not find it in me to write it for the life of me when I got home.

4) To make up for last Sunday, here's a picture I took today.

Welcome to Texas.

I love you all!

You don't understand how much you mean to me.

~Alyssa