Jackson and April fighting about somethingsilly and Mama Avery made them come to Boston for a gala.
"I don't understand it, Jackson? I don't. It's not that hard!" Her voice echoes through the tiled walls of the bathroom. She's angry. Very angry.
"I know. I'm not an idiot."
"If you know and you're apparentlynot an idiot, then why can't you do it, huh?"
"Because…"
"It takes less than five minutes. It's not that hard at all!" April yells. He finished the toilet paper once again and didn't replace it. It happens every time, but this time she found herself stuck in the toilet with no paper to clean herself up. "You finish your business, and if you see that you ran out of toilet paper, you go the cabinet, you take out a brand new roll and you put it on the thing." She points to the toilet paper support on the wall.
"I don't know what you're problem is."
"My problem?! Oh my G- Jackson, you do this at home, you did it now, here." Here, because they're not home. They're in Boston, at his mother's house, about to go to one of the Foundation fundraisers Catherine Avery made them attend.
"Why are we fighting over this?"
"Because you do this every time and it's frustrating, and infuriating, and honestly incredible annoying."
"Are we really fighting over toilet paper?"
"Yes!" She firmly says, gesturing something with her hands. "Because you don't just do it with toilet paper. You do it with milk, you always leave an empty bottle on the fridge; you do this with cookies; you do this with…"
"Like you're so perfect, Miss I-am-gonna-save-another-leftover-in-the-fridge-for-a-week-just-in-case! Just in case of what? We don't need to eat leftovers every day."
"Well, I didn't grow up rich. I can actually appreciate money, Mr I-am-an-Avery-I-can-afford-to-spend-money-recklessly-because-of-my-fat-bank-account-and-good-family-name!"
"Oh, you did not!" He retorts, blood filling his veins now with a sudden attack of anger.
"I just did!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" She yells back, points to the door after shooting him a deadly look. "Now can you please leave? I have to get ready for this stupid thing your mother is so eager about."
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He spots her across the room talking to an old couple. Real talk mixed with fake, forced smiles. Duty demands these sort of interactions with guests, since they hold the money and the Foundation needs investors.
Her eyes meet his for a second, but she quickly moves them away.
She's still angry at him and she does have a point. It's an irrational bad habit and he knows it, but there was no reason to fight like they did.
Nevertheless, she looks effortlessly beautiful, wearing a long one shoulder, a-line, chiffon crimson dress that fits her body flawlessly. Her hair is up, like she likes to wear it to these kind of events. Her lips look voluptuous, delicious, painted with the most perfect shade of red.
She looks irresistible.
If only they weren't fighting and she wasn't so stubborn.
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Jackson enters the dark room. The event it over, she's already in bed. "Am I allowed in bed with my wife?" He asks, but she doesn't reply, "I take your silence as a yes."
He approaches the bed, slides inside the covers and, reaching for her mid-section, makes an attempt at pulling her closer. April doesn't move, doesn't make a sound. "You don't have to pretend you're asleep. I know you're not." He says, but she keeps her eyes closed. "Mr Douglas made a huge donation after you spoke to him. You're really good at fundraising." Jackson holds her waist, pulls her back against his chest, mouth right next to her ear. "And you looked so beautiful tonight…"
"Don't! I'm still mad at you." She snaps.
He rolls his eyes, already knowing it wasn't over. "Can we stop? Okay, fine, I'll change."
"About the toilet paper?"
"Yes."
"And the milk?"
"Huh, huh."
"And the cookies?"
"Yeah!"
"And your shoes?"
"Wh-what about my shoes? What's wrong with my shoes?" He raises a brow, offended tone in his voice. His shoes are his babies. They're untouchable.
"The question is, what's not wrong with your shoes? To start, you have way too many…"
"No, that's not even-"
"And you always keep the pair you used during the day in the bedroom."
"I keep them because I'm gonna wear them the next day."
"But you can keep them in the closet. I don't like sleeping with shoes next to the bed. They stink." She goes on. "You have stinky feet and they smell."
"I do not have stinky feet!" Jackson retorts, taking his hand off her body, setting her free, and lying on his back, visibly upset. "Jeez, April, you're making me feel like I'm the worst husband in the world."
"You're not the worst, but…" April turns around to face him, places one hand on his chest and notices the sad look on his face. She doesn't mean it. "I'm joking. Sorry. And you don't have stinky feet either."
"Yeah, yeah…"
"I'm sorry that I yelled at you." She acknowledges it was a silly fight about a silly subject.
He glances at her, recognizes they were both wrong. "I'm sorry I didn't replace the toilet paper. I will change that."
"Thank you."
Compromise. That's what marriage is all about. "Now, can we talk about that dress you were wearing earlier?! Mr Douglas couldn't take his eyes off of you. What was that all about?"
She tilts her head to the side and smiles. "Well, I told him my idiot husband and I were fighting and it was all his fault."
"Your idiot husband, huh?"
"You have to admit you act like an ass sometimes."
"An idiot and an ass! Wow, you're winning the insult competition tonight."
She then moves closer, places one leg in between his, and leans forward, decided to make it all right, knowing he's feeling hurt because of her now. "An idiot, but sometimes very handsome adorable ass."
"Just sometimes?"
"More than I'd ever admit."
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Requested bysafooa
This is really silly, but you asked for silly! Hope you liked it.