The End

"So what movie do you want to watch?" Cheyenne looked through the line of movies on the shelf. "Heathers or The Blues Brothers?"

Eric grabbed one of the throw pillows and propped it between his head and the arm of the couch. "I don't care."

"But there's a huge difference between a comedy and a dark movie. What do you feel like watching? Light or serious?"

He looked over to her. "I don't care, Cheyenne." He enunciated each syllable as if he thought she were slow today or something. He'd been like this since she got off work. He'd barely spoken at all and when he did, he was extremely cold.

"God," she muttered, "you don't have to be such an asshole."

She stood up.

Eric spread out his arms. "And i told you i didn't care which movie we watched!" He stood, too. "I don't even want to watch a movie. So there. I made my decision. Neither."

"What is with you today?" Cheyenne put her clenched hands on her hips. "Did i do something to piss you off?"

He sighed. "I just really... don't want to watch a movie."

Cheyenne was really trying to make an effort to make Eric happy. it was her idea to have a movie night tonight, just her and Eric. She wanted to forget about everything else for just one night. Instead, Eric showed up in a bad mood and nothing Cheyenne did seemed to matter.

She was tired of this... tired of everything. Tired of Eric's mood swings. Tired of him making promises and breaking them. Tired of her friends judging her on everything from how she expressed her feelings to how she dealt with her relationships.

Tired.

"You know what"-she pointed a finger at Eric, narrowed her eyes-"Nothing seems to be good enough for you! For anyone!"

She took in a deep breath.

Eric's shoulders visibly sunk. His expression went soft.

But Cheyenne wasn't going to give him a chance to apologize. Not now. It was too late.

"I'm done pleasing everyone! Starting now. I think we need to break up."

Eric stilled. It took him a few seconds to blink and shift. "Chey."

She shook her head. "Just go."

He parted his lips as if he were going to object but instead exhaled. He didn't say anything as he scooped up his car keys from the coffee table and left out the back door.

Cheyenne sunk to the couch. She didn't even feel sad. As a matter of fact, she felt like a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulders.