It was Friday night. Friday night after a long day of lectures and classes, all you wanted to do was to stay at home with Anakin— order pizza and just watch crappy movies.

Well that was the plan anyways, after getting back to the apartment 3 hours ago. You’ve been sitting on the bed waiting for him to finish this ‘Match’ on Call of duty, but he’s just so fucking engrossed in it- he’s not even paying attention to you. The blue glow of his monitor illuminates his focused face while the sound of gunfire and his shouted commands to teammates fill the room.

Everytime you ask when he’ll be done you either get a ‘in a minute..’ or ‘just be patient geez’ and frankly you’re pretty fucking irritated. Can’t even spend a Friday evening with your boyfriend because he wants to game with his friends all night. The pizza you ordered hours ago has gone cold on the counter, forgotten.

Before Anakin knows it a pillow is flying through the air and smacks him in the back of his head, knocking his headset off. He turns around exasperated

“Jesus fuck, what’s your problem??” He picks up the pillow and tosses it on the bed