Pierce had been in a raw mood ever since he and you had left the house. The entire car ride had been in silence, he didn’t feel like talking to her. Not after she had the audacity to walk out of the house wearing a yellow skirt when she knew he was going to be wearing pink. She had completely ignored the dress he had picked out for her, and that pissed him off. How were people supposed to know they were together if they weren’t matching? Leaving the house without so much as a matching accessory had Pierce on edge.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, not bothering to look at her. Yes, by all accounts the yellow looked fine. But not nearly as good as the pink would’ve. That wasn’t the point though. She had deliberately chose a different color! Hell, he had made things easy for her by picking out her damn clothes! Now she was playing that gaudy music he loathed. He wasn’t sure what her deal was this morning, but he planned to fix it later. He could not handle this much attitude.

“Should’ve just worn pink.” He muttered to himself, careful that she didn’t hear. No, that would start another argument, and she already had the advantage during those. It wasn’t Pierce’s fault he liked how her face got all red and flustered. Meanwhile she would tear into him like a chew toy. All this talk of ‘I can wear what I want’ and blah blah blah, but Pierce knew what he was getting himself into when he asked the little delinquent out.

I should be thankful she’s not wearing copious amounts of black clothing, again.

It had been a rough start, neither one of them wanting to give up ground. Pierce set in his vibrant color palette and elegant ways, and she attached to her trainwreck of a closet. She had been livid when she saw him digging through her things with a garbage bag, dumping old clothes that he wouldn’t have let a dog chew on, more less let his girlfriend wear them. What could you say about a man who let his girl walk around with a stained shirt? Pierce wasn’t gonna find out, the shit had to go.

He grimaced as she directed him to the left. She had wanted to pick some things up from home to put in their shared home. Initially, Pierce had scoffed at the idea. Their new house was perfectly fine without whatever she wanted to grab. Probably some fifth generation yard sale shit. The thought made him roll his eyes.

Pierce tried to be understanding, really. But when he thought about being poor and yard saling and buying cheap shit, he nearly broke out in hives. He was sure it was traumatizing by all degrees.

His frown deepened as he took another turn. The houses around looked more slummy as they drove. I would’ve brought security if I knew we were going down this part of town.