Today was one of those days. One of those days were you felt like utter crap and nothing seemed to go right for you.

Those pancakes you tried to make for breakfast this morning? Burnt. 

Your boyfriend, Scott, left early this morning for lacrosse training, taking a shower before he left. Did he leave any hot water? No. 

Can you find something decent to wear? Of course not. 

Were you in a bad mood? You bet. 

You were currently positioned in your bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror, make up scattered all over the counter, mascara in your hand.  You were on the verge of tears. No matter what you tried your make up didn't look right. 

You toss the mascara onto the counter and let your body collapse onto the floor, tears now flowing from your eyes and probably making your mascara run. Great. Just great. 

You hear the front door open and close before Scott's voice fills the house, "(Y/N)?" 

You open your mouth to answer him but you end up just letting out a sob that must have been loud enough for Scott to hear because within seconds he was up stairs and in the bathroom sitting beside you.  

"(Y/N)? Whats wrong? Are you okay?" He coos, pulling you onto his lap and rubbing his hand on your back which calms you almost instantly. 

"N-nothings go-ing right." You sob into his chest. 

"What do you mean?" He mumbles. 

"I mean nothings going right! I woke up feeling like crap and I thought making myself pancakes would make myself feel better but I ended up burning them. Then I went to take a shower and you used up all the hot water... And don't even get me started on what I'm wearing." You motion to your yoga pants and oversized t-shirt. 

Scott begins to rock you slightly when your sobs begin to pick up again, "Your just having a bad day, baby. Its alright. You still feel like those pancakes?"

You nod. "C'mon." Scott says, helping you stand back up again and the two of you make your way into the kitchen. 

Scott's plan to make pancakes was soon forgotten about when you began toss hand fulls of flour at him, your bad bay soon leaving your mind in a cloud of flour. 

 *

A/N: You guys ever had a day like this? I know I have and its probably the one of the worst feeling in the world. Anyone else want a Scott for these kinds of days... or just everyday?? *raises hand*