I woke up the next morning in my bed, alone. As soon as I walked out of Andrew's room, I just continued walking. I finally ended up in my room, and eventually, in my bed asleep. Obviously, having mild anger-issues caused some extremely minuscule, irrelevant things to piss me off. One of those things being the previous night.
"Where's Andrew?" Nate asked as I entered the kitchen.
"WITH HIS FUCKING FLUGELHORN!" I yelled, storming out of the kitchen.
I tend to stay angry at things longer than necessary. I can't remember the exact beginning of my anger fits. I think it started when I was 6. They started off as "temper tantrums" but eventually just ended up at some things setting me off. It could be something as simple as a comment made in passing. I could usually control it, but when I got mad I often times found it easier to just keep on going rather than hold myself back. When I didn't hold back, that's when I stopped being able to control it.
I went back to my room, sitting on my bed and staring at the wall. Then staring at a book. Then, reading that book. I must have been reading for a while, because I was 3/4 of the way done with the book when I was interrupted by my ringtone, Float On by Modest Mouse. I looked at the caller ID. Andrew.
"The fuck do you want" I spat.
"I'm sorry for last night-"
"Why?"
"Because it was irrational. You know I love you more than a freaking instrument."
I lightened my tone when I spoke again.
"I do, but Andrew, you have to take it from a girl's perspective. We're touchy. Me especially. I tend to have anger fits."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
"Your sarcasm doesn't amuse me."
"Come over. I want you to hear something on my flugelhorn. All for you... not for flugel-- I mean it-- at all!"
I shut my book and took a breath.
"I'll be over."
