y/n l/n is exhausted.
today has been full of nothing but rain that echos on the windowpanes and shouts from herself and her lover that don't seem to be stopping anytime soon. 
she can't quite explain why her and john b are arguing the way they are.
perhaps it's the shift in weather,
or maybe the lump in y/n's bed is beginning to get to her.
it could even be the humid air clotting in john b's lungs.
whatever it is,
it's created the perfect storm for these two.
y/n puts her head in her hands and groans as loudly as she can.
her frustration is making her head throb;
she doesn't think she can take another second of this.
"i just don't see the point in being mad, y/n."
"i don't either. but, here we are."
john b runs a hand down his jaw in frustration then says,
"i don't love sarah cameron anymore...what more do you want me to say?"
y/n stands from the edge of the bed she once rested on and begins pacing.
"why is it so hard for you to just understand? sure, you can say whatever you want about it, but i saw you!"
"what did you see?!"
y/n stops short of her pacing to face him.

"oh, sarah cameron,"
she begins mocking in high falsetto,
"you look wonderful! i'm so glad to see you again! oh, this? this is just my boring, useless girlfriend!"
john b laughs though it is stripped of any humor.
"none of that was ever said i mean, jesus, y/n! it's like you hear only what you want."
"yeah,"
y/n scoffs.
"you're right, john b. hey, thanks for the awesome reassurance and care. you're the best boyfriend ever!"
sarcasm hangs from her lips in the shape of a scowl.
"oh, here you go. always with the sarcasm! this is why we can never talk-"
"no! we can never talk because you're too far up your own ass to apologize!"
y/n sits back on the bed in defeat,
brings shaky hands up to her lips as she whispers words she never wished to think,
"maybe we should just end this, john b..."
john b faces her with a look of hurt;
confusion etches in his eyebrows.
"what?"
"i see how you look at me. you don't want to do this anymore so...so i'm letting you go."
she has to turn her head away to prevent him from seeing the tears glide down her cheeks.
love is all about sacrifices,
right?
if it's real then it will come back.
but the dull ache in y/n's chest at the possibility of losing her one love doesn't feel worth the fight.
the bed sinks beside y/n and john b brings her in.
"y/n,"
he begins.
the familiarity of his arms,
her safe haven,
make her melt into a puddle of tears.
"i never wanted you to hate me, john b."
"y/n, please don't say that. i could never hate you. you hear? never."
he pulls y/n closer to his chest and rests his lips to her temple.
"you are the only love i want in this life. i am sorry, y/n. i am sorrier than i've ever been. i should have never let you think for even a split second that there was somebody else. someone other than you."
y/n clings to him in a moment of desperation;
fearful he'll be whisked away should she let go.
"these arguments...i don't know why they happen. but i do know that nothing, not even this, is enough to drive me away from you. i mean it, y/n."
john b picks up the girls head and brushes back her hair.
and as he wipes away her tears,
he vows,
"i am committed to you. loving you is all i want to do so please...let me continue doing it. i'll do it better this time. i won't yell, i'll apologize like i should have
been doing, i'll make sure you always feel appreciated...i love you."
y/n realizes she is no longer crying.
the saline streaks on her face have dried in response to this dam of a confession john b has built.
"there will never be anyone besides you. especially not sarah cameron. and i'm sorry i made you-"
y/n cuts him loose by closing this mile wide space between them and letting their lips say what cannot be understood in simple words.
john b bends to the curve of his sanctified lover and feels the brunt of these arguments finally heal over.
it is said that the size of the argument is not what matters,
but that the argument is triumphed together.
y/n l/n and john b can attest to this.
now they are reaping the rewards of their success brought forth by unadulterated devotion and care.
"i love you. i will always love you,"
y/n whispers against his swelling lips.
john b stretches them into the most breathtaking smile then nods his head.
the pair spend the rest of this once brutal day healing their sore spots;
nursing them with perfect affection.
the sound of the rain against the windows,
the lump in this very bed,
and the humidity in the air are perfect enough to send john b and y/n l/n into a wonderful slumber together.