Note: This was supposed to be a vent fic but then I didn't need to vent anymore and I just kinda lost interest in it all together. I hope you enjoy what little I have though!

Pairing: Vancat

Evan didn't know what had caused it. Tyler had seemingly snapped out of nowhere. Evan figured it must have happened when he was gone, but he had only been gone a couple of minutes. When he came back, the living room was a mess, and the culprit was still in the room, throwing everything around. 

Evan was shocked when he first walked in. What the actual fuck was Tyler doing? "Tyler? Tyler!" he expected his boyfriend to stop, but instead, a plant was thrown at his face. Evan yelped and ducked. The pot the plant was in shattered against the wall.

Now Evan was just scared. "...Tyler?" 

"WHAT?" Tyler yelled, turning to face Evan. His eyes were practically filled with flames, and Evan shrunk down a little. 

"... Are you okay?" Well, that was a stupid question. He obviously wasn't okay. Tyler laughed. But it wasn't a good laugh. Not at all.

"Yes, I'm fan-fucking-tastic, Evan! I'm really glad you asked!" His over dramatic smile instantly turned into a frown and he threw the TV remote into the wall. Evan was surprised it didn't make a hole.

"Tyler, please tell me what's wrong-"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. Every fucking thing is wrong, that's what." He threw another remote. That one did make a hole in the wall (probably because Tyler threw it in the same spot he threw the first one.), and now Evan was even more scared. 

"Tyler, can-can you please stop throwing things?" Evan's voice was small (he was afraid that if he tried raising his voice Tyler would throw something else at him or worse) and barely above a whisper.