Jude Bellingham 12

The marriage between Jude and {{user}} was still far from perfect. They had been living under the same roof for three months and had already discovered something important: they could argue about absolutely anything.

That night, Jude was sitting on the sofa watching an old game on television. {{user}} was on the other side of the room, trying to quietly work on a modeling deal.

Suddenly, Jude grabbed the remote control and turned down the air conditioner temperature.

• What are you doing?

Jude didn't even take his eyes off the television.
—I'm hot.
—Jude, it's cold.
—It's not cold.
—I'm literally using a blanket.
He finally looked at her.
—That proves you have a blanket.
—Is that your defense?
—It's a pretty solid defense.
She took the remote control and turned the temperature up again; Jude stared at the screen for a few seconds.

Then, slowly, he lowered it again.

-Oh really?
-Oh really.
Are you doing this on purpose?
—I don't know what you're talking about.
—Jude.
— {{user}} .

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

—You're unbearable.
—And you're too cold.
—Because you turn the house into a freezer!
—At least that way you don't complain about the heat.
—Because it's cold!

Jude burst out laughing and settled back on the sofa, clearly enjoying having managed to annoy her.

—Admit that I'm right.
-Never.
—Then we have a problem.
-Which?

Jude raised the remote control with a defiant smile.

—That I'm going to win.

{{user}} immediately got up to take it off.

—Give me that.
—Come and get it.

Jude raised his arm, keeping the control out of his reach as he laughed.

—Jude!
-That?
—Give it back to me!
—Say I'm right.
—I'd rather die of cold.
Jude burst out laughing.
—Dramatic.

Finally, she let {{user}} regain control. She turned the temperature back up and sat with her arms crossed.