Do you know how fucking hard it is to get blue sapphire earrings at night on Christmas Eve? No you don't. In every jewelry store either they don't have it or want thousands of fucking dollars for it. So do you know what I had to do? Go to the fucking black market and make a deal with that fucking Italian bastard Luciano. Mind you it was on the other side of fucking town. So I get home and you know what I find? Oliver waiting for me, accusing me of drinking all night, and sending me to the couch. I mean I get what he's saying but still.
Louis isn't back yet and I don't know where's he at. I don't want to jump to conclusions but I think he's out drinking at the bar again. Honestly I'm a little sad because he could of spend tonight we me if you know what I mean. So when he came home at close to midnight I chose anger over explanation and sent him to the couch. I kind regret it because I didn't listen to him.
I went upstairs,