The housework; tu and Justin had moved in together six months hace and both of tu are happily in amor with each other. He had asked tu to mover in on a fecha at the restaurant tu had your first fecha together, and tu couldn’t think of a más romantic way to be asked. Lately though, after Justin got back from tour, he is más and más sloppy. He doesn’t clean after himself when cena is done, he tosses his clothes around mindlessly and so on. This is getting to tu because tu know he has a career to think about and work for but tu work too, and tu still have to clean up after him.
One día you’ve had enough and when you’re sitting on the sofá with Justin, tu decide to bring the subject up. “Justin, can we talk?” He mumbles out a response, keeping his eyes on the baloncesto game they are mostrando on TV. tu 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 tu - are tu okay?” He interrupts himself once he notices your upset expression and creases forms on his forehead.
Biting your bottom lip, tu shake your head slowly. Justin, looking más confused than ever, motions for tu to elaborate. “I wanted to talk to tu about something and tu completely ignored me.” tu mumble, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m sorry. I was watching the game but since tu turned that off… What’s up?” “See, this is what I mean. tu wouldn’t have listened to me if I hadn’t turned TV off. I wanted to talk to tu about your clothes, Justin.” tu say, much clearer this time seeing as tu want him to hear your thoughts. tu want him to listen to tu and respect your opinions. Justin cocks his eyebrows, barking out a short laugh.
“Uhm, okay. What about them?” “You leave them everywhere. I know tu have your career and fans, so tu need to work hard. I understand that but that doesn’t mean tu can’t pick them up after yourself. I have work, too, Justin but tu don’t see me throwing them everywhere. I found your jeans in the cocina the other day. I’m tired when I get inicial too and I would really appreciate it if tu could clean after yourself.” The words gush out of your mouth but you’re relieved when you’re done because tu 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 día you’ve had enough and when you’re sitting on the sofá with Justin, tu decide to bring the subject up. “Justin, can we talk?” He mumbles out a response, keeping his eyes on the baloncesto game they are mostrando on TV. tu 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 tu - are tu okay?” He interrupts himself once he notices your upset expression and creases forms on his forehead.
Biting your bottom lip, tu shake your head slowly. Justin, looking más confused than ever, motions for tu to elaborate. “I wanted to talk to tu about something and tu completely ignored me.” tu mumble, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m sorry. I was watching the game but since tu turned that off… What’s up?” “See, this is what I mean. tu wouldn’t have listened to me if I hadn’t turned TV off. I wanted to talk to tu about your clothes, Justin.” tu say, much clearer this time seeing as tu want him to hear your thoughts. tu want him to listen to tu and respect your opinions. Justin cocks his eyebrows, barking out a short laugh.
“Uhm, okay. What about them?” “You leave them everywhere. I know tu have your career and fans, so tu need to work hard. I understand that but that doesn’t mean tu can’t pick them up after yourself. I have work, too, Justin but tu don’t see me throwing them everywhere. I found your jeans in the cocina the other day. I’m tired when I get inicial too and I would really appreciate it if tu could clean after yourself.” The words gush out of your mouth but you’re relieved when you’re done because tu 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?”