Your p.o.v
"Why do I have to carry your bags again?" I asked pretty annoyed at my girlfriend. "Because my arms hurt." She said. "You're carrying a flipping phone! I'm carrying 20 shopping bags! And I'm not complaining about my flipping arms hurting. That and besides if your arms hurt that much then why not just go home?" I say.
Sasha looked at me then back at her phone. She put her phone away and grabbed half of the bags. The light ones not the heavy ones but the flipping light ones.
"Bitch." I mumble. "Hmm? Did you say something?" Sasha asked. "No." I said as I rolled my eyes. "Whatever L/n, lets go home since you're being such a baby." She said. "I will drop your bags if you say something like that again." I said. "If you do that I'll break your knee caps." She said.
"I will never understand you." I said. "That's because you're a boy and I'm a girl, so you'll never understand." Sasha said.
