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"Come oooonnnn. It's gonna be fun." You whine whule trying to pull your boyfriend out of bed. You wanted to go out to a friend's party but your boyfriend didn't seem up to it. He was groaning, clearly not wanting to go. "Bella, I already told you no twice." You sigh, you haven't been passing much time with him because he works a lot. And you can understand that, but you're feeling underappreciated.

Ethan is a very sweet boy. He's funny, kind, patient, independant. And you're energetic, impatient, passionate and intense sometimes. Complete opposites that still complete. You were a fire and ice relationship.

On one hand, the fire partner brings passion, energy, and excitement to the relationship. They're often very expressive, emotional, and spontaneous. They're full of life and can light up a room with their bubbly personality.

On the other hand, the ice partner brings stability, calmness, and thoughtfulness. They're often more reserved, rational, and reserved. They're great listeners and can provide a sense of calmness and comfort in times of need.

While these two types of personalities can complement each other and bring balance to a relationship, they can also clash due to their differences.

He was your forever rock and you were thankful to him. But he seemed distant. And while part of you knew it was usual self, other part was telling you he didn't love you anymore. And the fact that he wasn't coming to something you would both enjoy was only making it worse.

You've been looking forward to this party all week, excited to let loose and have a good time with your friends. But Ethan is hesitant to go, and you can't help but feel disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. You decide to spice things up by going into the room and trying on a beautiful outfit that you know will turn heads.

You put on your finest outfit - a beautiful dress that hugs your curves just right, perfect makeup that accentuates your natural beauty, and a pair of heels that make you feel tall and confident. You step out into the living room and see Ethan just sitting there, not wanting to attend the party. His gaze darkens a bit, seeing your outfit. Desire was emating from him and it felt good. You had him wrapped around your finger. You can see the twinkle in his eye, and you know that deep down, he wants to keep you home, for him just to see you in that dress. You hold out your hand and try to convince him once more. "Still not going ?" you teased and he looked away. "Still no. You won't have me like that." You smirked and got closer to him, he visibly flinched with how close you were. "What are you doing ?" he hesitated. "Seducing you into coming with me." you confessed shamelessly. "It's not working." he was vivbly getting annoyed and he pushed you away. Anger rose in you, you felt dejected. You tried absolutely everything. You huff and say, "If you're not going to come with me, you're missing out on a great evening with me." You turn on your heels, grabbing your purse and slamming the door behind you.

You're at the party and you're having a great time, dancing and laughing with your friends. But somewhere in the back of your mind, there's a part of you that misses Ethan. You wish he was here with you, sharing in this special night. You know that he loves you, and that he's supportive of your interests and desires. You just wish you could have shared this night together.

You try to push those feelings aside and focus on having a good time with your friends and coworkers, but the thought of Ethan not being there to enjoy the experience with you gnaws at you. You find yourself drinking more than usual and getting more and more annoyed with him as the night goes on. You may even end up saying or doing something you regret later. It's important to remember that anger is a natural emotion, but it's also important to communicate your feelings effectively and not let them get the best of you. Take some time to cool off and maybe talk to your lover about why you feel upset. It may help you better understand each other's needs and come to a resolution that leaves everyone feeling more connected and appreciated. Ususally he would be here to tell you to stop drinking but he isn't so who cares.

Being in the moment, feeling alive. You move to the beat, losing track of time as you dance your heart out with your friends. You lose yourself in the music, in the laughter, in the joy of being in a room full of people enjoying the same experience with you. Being in the moment, that's why you love attending parties - a chance to let go of your worries and be free to enjoy the moment. You let the world wash over you, and you find yourself in a state of bliss, where nothing else matters but the present moment.

As the night wears on, you start to feel a bit tipsy. The alcohol is slowly getting to your mind, making you more relaxed and less inhibited. You find yourself dancing a little more boldly and laughing a little louder than usual. Your inhibitions are fading away, and you're starting to feel more free and confident in your own skin. The music sounds louder and more exciting, and you can't help but let yourself get caught up in the moment. You're starting to let loose and have fun, and you're feeling more in tune with the energy of the party. The alcohol is definitely helping you loosen up and enjoy the evening more fully.

As the party wears on, you find yourself alone in the crowd. You've lost track of your friends and can't seem to find them anywhere. Suddenly, a stranger approaches you, his eyes locked onto yours. He offers to buy you a drink, and you accept, grateful for a moment of companionship. You talk with him for a while, feeling a little more at ease with someone by your side. But as the night goes on, his advances start to make you uncomfortable. He flirts with you shamelessly, not going far more. You laugh at his jokes, not even caring anymore.

After a while you see that he's close, too close. He starts to lean in. You try to look around for some help. You want to step back but he has his hands tightky on your hips. He's about to kiss you when, "Excuse me ?" A called grave voice calls. You and the man both turn around to see your boyfriend. He's standing tall, face all tensed up. He's absolutely furious but people around can't see it. But you know better. He sneaks an arm around your waist and pulls your back against his chest, away from the man's grip. "My girlfriend and I have to leave." his tone was casual but still cold. Always polite, in every single occasion.

"Hey what are you doing man ?! We were in the middle of something !" the guy shouts back and you feel Ethan tighten his grip. "You were rather not. You were basically forcing her into a kiss.", "I wasn't, she threw herself at me. You should be careful with her." Ethan didn't even care to listen, or maybe he pretented to. "Have a great night." And he took you away from the creep, dragging you out of the building. His arm was still around your waist, preventing you from tripping. You were looking down, perfectly aware of the fact that you were in trouble.

He sat you in the car and you stayed out like a child scared to be grounded. The drive back home was tense. You could see he was still very angry. You got out of the car and into the house and he slammed the door shut, making you flinch. He got to the kitchen to drink and you followed him. "Ethan-" "Don't" he said sternly, staring at his glass of water. You squirmed akwardly. After a moment of silence, he looked up at you with sad eyes.

"You know I don't want you to drink alcohol without me. You promised. What would have happened with that man if I didn't come ?" He said in a very hurt tone, you contained a shiver just at the thought. "I'm sorry but-" "I was trusting you to behave alone. Knowing you needed space from earlier. But I had to learn from Vic that her friend saw you dancing and drinking suite heavily." He held back his anger, not wanting to shout. You looked away, you knew he was disappointed. He started to rant about the whole situation. "Well maybe I don't want space !" you shouted over his voice, maybe the alcohol was making you even bolder now. He turned around, surprised by the outburst. "I can't with space anymore. I want you Ethan ! Only you ! But I feel like I can't even grasp you anymore ! You're always far and I feel left behind. I want to go back to the begging of our relationship."

You find yourself in a state of frustration and sadness as Ethan doesn't seem as close to you as he used to be. You want to talk about your feelings, but you're not sure how to start the conversation. Your emotions start to take over, and you start ranting to your lover. Your words may come out as a torrent of accusations and feelings, leaving them feeling defensive and hurt.

You stopped your rant when you felt his arms around you, huggin you tight. "I'm sorry." You sighed and inhaled his sent. "No Ethan... I'm sorry too. I should know better, this is how we've always worked. I just- miss you..." You admit under your breath, your voice dying down. "I miss you too. I think we have to work on our communication..." you nodded against his chest. "Not tonight, you're too drunk." he laughed and you scoffed. "Not that much ! okay maybe a little." you admit, making him double in laughter. You playfully pout and hug him as his laugh dies down.

"I must say. You look very hot when you're angry." You mumbled as you played with a button of his shirt. He laughed warmly. "Oh, do I ?" he cupped your cheek and kissed you lovingly. "Let's get you to bed." and he picked you up bridal style. Maybe fire and ice relationships weren't so bad afterall.

Thanks for reading! Be careful with alcohol, it's not cool. And keep your drinks close. See ya tomorrow loves ! I'll let Ethan say it for me.