the 1975 | imagines

said i liked it better without the money - ross

you sat, arms and legs folded, on your sofa. ross hunted in the lounge for his phone that you'd been sitting on for the last ten minutes. he'd tried to transfer you seven hundred pounds for a dress you said you so wanted.
you didn't want his money, no matter if he claimed it as his treat.
you could buy the dress yourself.

"i just like treating you once in a while."

"seven hundred pounds, ross."

"worth it."

"it's not, stop it."

"it's only seven hundred pounds."

"only? oh you must be taking the piss."

"don't start."

"don't make me your charity case."

you could see a confusion sprawled across your fiancés face. an anger combined with a sadness settled in his eyes.

"fine. oh, and, don't wait up."

ross gave up on his phone and instead picked his coat up. he, without turning back, left your shared home and slammed the door as he left for god knows how long this time.