married life meme | open

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor: i hate to say it, but it’s trey.  he can be pretty lazy when it comes to doing laundry.  to be fair, the clothes are all over the floor, just in a neat pile in his bathroom.

forgets to run the dish washer: probably trey; naphina just has her shit together, okay.

pumps gas for the car: seeing as though they drive different cars, i’m gonna say they both do this.  but if they’re going somewhere together, trey is more likely to do it.

drives when they’re going somewhere: it’s usually trey, but he’s becoming more and more okay with letting naphina take the wheel (mostly so he can OGLE HIS GF).

rearranges the furniture: naphina!  trey wouldn’t really care how the furniture was set up, just as long as there was a couch in front of a tv and a bed to rest his head at somewhere.

falls asleep with the TV on: trey definitely -- he’s always up watching some late night news show or some crime documentary.

gets to use the bathroom first: trey -- he’s up early for workouts!

decides the temperature for the ac/heater: this is something they have to come to a consensus on because neither of them is going to be burning up or freezing for no reason!

sets up holiday decorations: naphina, but trey will gladly help with the higher decorations.

leaves the lights on: naphina -- trey could leave the lights off all day if she’d allow him

uses the bathroom with the door open: i think trey is more likely too, but neither of them really do it.

     She was the last person J.D expected to see in a place like this. Of course, he knew she came from money, but he hadn’t known it was enough to run with this particular crowd. On top of that, he’d never imagined a girl like Kitty wanting to run with a crowd like this in the first place - but as he started to piece things together, they started to make a bit more sense. She was obviously with her parents; the woman to her left was clearly an older, stuffier, pruder version of Kitty, draped on the arm of a man J.D could only assume was her husband. But it was the man Kitty was draped around that J.D was concerned about. Sure, they’d never come out and discussed the whole significant other bit, but still, the sight of her with somebody else had J.D’s blood boiling considering she was underneath him in his bed not twenty hours earlier. It took every ounce of self restraint J.D (which really wasn’t much) to stop himself from confronting the blonde until she was alone. Well, at the very least, apart from her family. She was standing at the bar when he approached her, sliding up behind her in a none too subtle way. “So, who’s the ex-frat boy, future stock broker following you around like a puppy?” he said low in her ear as he pretended to lean around her to set his empty glass on the bar. “And does he know what you were up to last night?”

   A hand shot out to the door to make sure it stayed shut, despite the knocking from drunk party girls on the other side. Damn them. Damn them all. Manicured nails wrapped around the door handle to LOCK the two of them inside the powder room; 

   “If my  f a t h e r  knew you were here tonight, he’d kill you.”