As I sat alone in the living room of Lindsey and my's apartment, it started to set in that Lindsey still wasn't home. I looked over at the clock, and I grumbled at it when it read "1:24 a.m.". She was always home late, I thought to myself. She always seemed to be out with friends or at bars or something without me. I baled up my fist under the blanket that was wrapped around me on the couch, trying to control my slight anger with that girl. The TV shone around the room as it silently showed some sitcom of a mother and daughter or something, I wasn't really sure – I hadn't been paying attention.

I reached over for my beer on the nightstand when I heard the front door open. I twisted my head around behind me to see Lindsey waltz into the kitchen and open the fridge. I gritted my teeth at her back when she didn't say anything.

"Uh, hey..?" I said, rather harshly. Lindsey whipped around to look at me, surprised. "Oh!" She said with a smile, "I didn't know you were still up!"

"I was waiting for you.." I sighed as I stood up. "Where have you been?"

Lindsey turned back around and continued to rustle through the fridge as she spoke. I couldn't help but feel ignored even though she was talking to me.

"Oh, ya know, I was out with Shannon and April again," She moved bottles and bins around in the fridge, poking her nose into shelves and deeper into the cold, "They took me out to this cool bar for April's birthday. You should have seen the look on April's face when-"

"-Lindsey." I yelled, interrupting her story. She turned her head around to see me standing across the counter from her, arms crossed. She just stared at me with confusion, not knowing at all why I would be upset. I bite my tongue before sharply spitting out, "You've been gone all day; I've had to sit alone in this house by myself all night, and when you finally do come home – you just fucking ignore me." I glared at her, but my words failed to faze her. Lindsey just shrugged a little and put her hands above her head with a smug look on her face.

"Come on babe, don't be like that – I couldn't wait to come home to see you!" She said, trying to raise the mood. I just held my spot, getting even more irate.

"Yeah, the fridge." I snarled. At that, Lindsey seemed to loose her smug attitude. She stepped around the counter, walking up to me.

"Tegan.."

"Don't 'Tegan..' me! I'm mad at you!" I yelled, but despite my volume, Lindsey started laughing. She chuckled aloud as she walked close to me, moving a stray hair out from in front of my face.

"What the hell is so funny?" I asked, starting to ease up a bit.

"You, that's what. You're so cute when you're mad." Lindsey stopped laughing, and a softer touch appeared on her face. She reached down and took my hand in her's, and looked me in my eyes before talking again.

"Look, I'm sorry about being so late okay? I'm sorry about making you mad, I'm sorry about not noticing you, I'm sorry." Lindsey squeezed my hand a little bit and gestured behind her with her head.

"Let's go to our room so we can get some…sleep." She said with a pause, followed by a wink. I hadn't even realized that I had fallen silent, or that my mouth was open. Lindsey led me into our bedroom that was cluttered with trash and old clothes. But that was just the way we liked it, it felt homey. She closed the door behind us and gave me a little look that I knew all too well.

"Lindsey, I'm not in the mood for this." I grumbled, still trying to be mad at her. She flicked her hair out of her face and came up close to me, making me back up a few steps. She starred me down with a little grin on her face, continuing to move forward. I stepped back one foot at a time until I felt the wall against my back. I placed my hands flat against the wall keeping my eyes on her.

"Lindsey.." I said under my breath.

Lindsey bit her lip lightly, stepping up against me against the wall.

"Don't 'Lindsey..' me," she whispered, moving her hand around the curve of my hip, "We'll save that for later..".