Chapter 15: Wet Towels

They'd been living together for three weeks now, and she was quickly realizing that there were a few things that Weevil did that literally drove her nuts. While he was great with most things there are where a few things that he did or didn't do that she hated. Like leaving his wet towel on the floor, at first she didn't think much of it, she'd pick it up and hang it onto the towel rod hoping that he'd get the hint…he hadn't. Taking a deep breath as she bent down picking up the wet towel, she was going to hang it up again but she just couldn't keep hanging it up and expecting him to get it since he hadn't yet.

Walking from the bathroom Veronica went into their bedroom, throwing the towel at him. "What the hell, Veronica." Weevil said as he barely caught it before it hit the floor. "Hang it up, it takes two seconds." Was all she said before she turned on her heel walking out of their room, she could hear him following behind her. "You couldn't have just hung it up? What the hell is the point in throwing it at me?" He growled as he turned into the bathroom hanging the towel up. "I've been hanging it up after your shower for weeks, what's wrong with your arms? What's stopping you from hanging it up after your shower?"

"I didn't think it was that big of an issue, it's a freaking towel." Weevil said obviously frustrated with the situation. "Hang it up and it won't be." Veronica said crossing her arms over her chest when he scowled at her. "Anything else bothering you princess?" His tone of voice made her temper flare and she had count to ten not to snap at him, they were adults. "Well since you're asking, that they'll be dishes in the sink and rather than wash them all you do is put the dirty ones on the counter is really annoying." Veronica turned away from him walking down the hall walking away from the situation. "Don't walk away from me."

Weevil's tone was even but there was an edge to it. "If things are bothering you, we have to talk about them." He stated as he followed her, clearly trying his best to resolve whatever issues she seemed to be having. "You aren't the easiest to live with either, you leave cups half filled with pop or juice on the coffee table, and you always leave the lights on." Veronica gaped at him, momentarily shocked that he was throwing things at her too. "Oh yeah so why haven't you said anything till now?" Veronica asked angrily. "Because those two things are small enough for me to just brush aside." "If my leaving the towel on the floor pisses you off V, all you gotta do is say something."

"I shouldn't have to! You're a grown man for crying out loud." Weevil let out a heavy breath and threw his arms up in the air. "Yeah and I lived alone for over a year so I got lazy, I'm fucking human V; feel free to remind me to do shit. I won't take it personally." He said a little calmer than before.

Her own anger deflated, she didn't even know why she was so pissed off about a stupid towel on the floor. "Okay, you're right I'm sorry…" Veronica stood there awkwardly for a moment looking around before moving to pick up a half empty glass that had sat on the table, walking to the sink she poured out the contents and quickly washed it before setting it on the drying rack. "You could apologize for throwing a towel at me, otherwise the rest is fine…we're still learning to live together V." She nodded her head, sometimes it surprised her at how smart he really was. It shouldn't, but it did.

"How did you get so smart?" Veronica asked looking at him as he walked further into their small kitchen. "My abuela, she always told me that a happy wife makes a happy life." Weevil said with a small shrug. "If picking up a towel and washing the dishes in the sink are going to help with making you happy than I'll pick up my towel and wash the dishes." Veronica sighed softly. "Happy wife?" It was the one word that had stuck in her head, made her heart race slightly even as she looked at him now watching him rub the back of his neck as he always did when he was nervous or unsure about something.

"Yeah wife, you're my lady Veronica. My woman making you happy is my top priority. Hell V, we're going to fight we're both stubborn people" He shrugged his shoulders. "And I'm bossy and controlling." Veronica said with a sigh. "But I guess we'll have to find ways to talk about what's bothering us." Weevil nodded his head. "Problems don't just fix themselves Veronica and we generally do a good job with the talking to each other thing." He was right, usually they would just talk about what bothered them, but it hadn't been until she moved in that she realized certain things really annoyed her.

Weevil looked at his watch and sighed. "Look babe, I have to go or I'm gonna be late." He said grabbing his keys out of the bowl by the door. "Will you be home later? I have to do something's for your dad at the office but should be home by dinner." Weevil said as he shrugged into his jacket, not that he really needed it today. "I have class from 2-5, but I should be home shortly after, if not I'll call." He nodded his head and looked at her. "Remember to turn out the bathroom like, and I'll see you when you get home, or when I do." Veronica rolled her eyes but nodded her head.

"I will."

Weevil offered her a smile. "Good, drive safe." Veronica sighed as the door closed behind him, moments later the car started and she knew he off to work, pushing herself away from the island she walked to the bathroom turning off the light. It was amazing how one thing could start an argument and one word could end it. They had a long way to go, living with someone who wasn't her father was new and well she had to admit to herself if leaving his wet towel on the floor and not doing the dishes where the worst thing she could find that he did then she had it pretty easy.

A/N: It's short, but it came to me and I wanted to write it while it was in my head. I hope you enjoy it :)