I Hate You More

What is Your Problem

Harlen

"Where's Gi?" Remington asked, leaning back into Renee's sofa.

"She went to breakfast with Phoebe," I answered before cuddling into his side and switching the channels with the remote. I looked to him and saw a sad expression on his face, "you're using me to get to Gianna huh?"

Remington smirked, and kept the joke going, "only a little."

He leaned in, and I giggled into the kiss he planted on my lips. We then, sat in a comfortable silence after I decided on the office, Remington every now and again leaning down to kiss my head.

"Sup lovebirds?" Renee smiled as she walked out of the kitchen.

"I thought you were at the shop?" I said softly as I sat up.

"No. Jamie said she'd open. We only have a couple clients today," She shrugged and sat down on the other end of the couch, "what are you guys up to?"

I lazily gestured to the tv pulling a sympathetic look on her face.

"Uh- I think we should talk about the other day."

"You don't have to-"

Remington cut me off, "What happened the other day?"

He could be so nosy. Maybe if I wasn't in love with him it would bug me more.

"It's- nothing just-"

This time, I was cut off by Gianna throwing the front door open and yelling, "No!"

She glared at Remington and I, warranting him to take his arm out from behind me and sit up straighter.

"Excuse me?" I said sternly, in disbelief.

"I said. No." Gianna was upset but, I couldn't tell why.

Phoebe came in the front door behind her.

"What is your problem?" I asked, shocked at the new found attitude.

"This," She gestured between Remington and I, "Phoebe said that you and Remington were dating, and that meant that you're moving back in with them and leaving me here."

"What?" Remington and I spoke at the same time, and in the same tone.

"I don't want you taking her away, and I don't want you to be together!" Gianna yelled.

"Hey," Renee shouted back, "where is this coming from?"

"I don't care where it's coming from. It better stop," I didn't yell but, I spoke firmly, "go to your room."

"You're not in charge of me any more."

It's hard to explain the pain that shot through my chest but, the best way to describe it would be, is just that my heart felt cracked.

"Go to your room," I yelled angrily, "now!"

Gianna rolled her eyes, and followed my instructions after letting out a mad huff. I leaned back into the couch and let my head sink into my hands. I was so riled up, that I barely noticed Remington rubbing my back in a failed attempt to comfort me.

"What the fuck did you say to her?" I said aggressively. As I stood up, I was almost convinced that there was steam flowing out of my ears.

"I- just told her the truth?" Phoebe said. Her attempt to sound confident failed miserably.

"By what? Saying that I was moving in with the guys? That Remington was what? Trying to steal me away? What the hell is wrong with you Phoebe? You not wanting us to date is one thing but, for you to go to my ten year old sister and try to guilt me out of my relationship by pinning her against it is beyond disrespectful. Not to mention immature as fuck."