Do You Blame Yourself?

[Chapter 35] - Sad Beginnings

"No one's on your side."

"Oh."

Kwazii stared blankly at the paper. "Are you sure this is mine?"
"I'm positive," Peso stated.
"But I don't get it, are there sides? What do you mean no one's on my side? I'm extremely confused."
"Why are you confused, it's five words. What's so hard to understand about that?!" he spat.

"Peso," Kwazii began, strutting over to him, "I don't understand a word on that paper, and I hope that makes you feel better," he said, laughing and slapping him on the back with the folder.

"Don't be so hard on yourself! I had everything under control," he added, turning around to leave.

"Oh?"

...

"Ha! You? Having things under control? I can't imagine it. If you really had things under control, then why did you drag everyone else into it?" Peso questioned, crossing his arms.
"I did have everything under control, you weren't even there! What do you mean I dragged everyone into it?!"
"Do you ever have no questions in your tiny brain?!" Peso shook his hands around frantically.
"I'm surprised you don't!" Kwazii shouted. "You're always questioning me, I'd be shocked if you didn't have any other questions for me about this!"

"Why aren't you ever concerned for your own good?"
"Pardon me?!" he exclaimed, turning the rest of his body around. "Now listen, if I knew that I'd be in some sort of physical danger, I wouldn't have gone there!" Kwazii added. "I wouldn't have put myself in a dangerous situation now that we're-"

"Stop."

"What?" he breathed.
"Just stop," Peso pleaded. "Don't even bring that up right now. This isn't the best time. You can't use that as an excuse."
"Now that we're kind of... together."

...

"I just told you to not bring that up, why won't you listen?" he questioned.
"Because I don't have time for your bullshit sometimes. Listen to me for a change," Kwazii replied, a sarcastic smile plastered on his face. "Peso, listen, I love you but-"
"Don't say that. Don't say you love me right now."

...

More silence.

It was almost as if words that the both of them said were like knifes.

Stabbing each other in the back.

Literally and figuratively.

"I've listened to a lot of things. Most of those things being from you. Your issues, your problems, your feelings, everything. You don't think that would affect how I see you, would it? News flash, it does. What you tell me affects a lot of things, not just how I see you."
"It's not like-"
"Listen. Some of the things you tell me are a bit concerning. You think I'm just going to let that slide?" Kwazii asked.
"You let that slide when we dropped off Pinto," Peso muttered.

"You know I don't like to get involved in your family issues!" he shouted. "I play your games my way."
"My problems are none of your business! Not getting into my family issues is being a decent person," Peso scoffed.
"So now you're switching up? Now you don't want me in your family business, but you just said I let things slide when we dropped off Pinto? Make up your mind, damn it!" Kwazii exclaimed.

"Ha! Jokes on you! I have made up my mind."
"Then what is it?"
"You think I want to let you know? You didn't want to get into my business anyways."

Kwazii stood there dumbfounded. "If your family business is hurting you in someway, I'd want to get into your business. You make absolutely no sense."
"I'll handle my problems my way, you don't need to step in," Peso stated, attempting to keep his cool.
"Your way? More like your father's way."