THE NEXT MORNING…
I woke up and I had a major headache, I never get headaches but from all the things that happened yesterday it was no shock that I did. When I woke up I also had the biggest cramp in my neck, stupid couch, stupid Nathan. I heard a ruckus going on in the kitchen and I got up curious as to what the hell was going on.
“What in Sam hell?” I said and I walked in the kitchen to see Nathan in the cupboard digging for a pan.
“Oh.” I said with the least bit of excitement in my voice.
“Good morning to you too.” He said.
“Whatever.” I said then started to walk away but was scared shitless as I heard a huge bang come from behind me. I whipped around to see Nathan clutching to the pan like his life depending on it, the same thing I’m guessing he slammed and he look irritated.
“Dude! What the hell is your problem?” I yelled.
“You are! You’re the most frustrating woman I have ever met!” he said.
“Well you’re no walk in the park either!” I yelled back.
“Of course not because everything I do is wrong!” he said.
“Not everything. You just can’t seem to watch what you say. You say a rude comment and then when I get pissed your all like “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”
“Well I am sorry! It just comes out! I don’t mean it.” He said.
“Then why say it?” I said.
“Because… I don’t know ok? I am sorry though.” He said.
“Nathan it’s one thing to say you’re sorry and then there’s showing that you’re sorry. And saying sorry is getting old. You’re like the boy who cried wolf.” I said.
“I wouldn’t be if you didn’t get pissed at me constantly.” He retaliated.
“So this is my fault?” I snapped.
“See? This is what I’m talking about. I’m over this.” He said and started to walk off into the living room.
“Of course run away. Don’t be here like you never are anyways.” I yelled and then marched into the bedroom to take a shower and get ready for the day. Once I was ready I peaked around the corner to see Nathan laying there watching tv. I walked around the corner.
“No studio today?” I asked. He didn’t even look at me, he looked irritated and tired probably how I looked. We were making each other look like this, then I remembered my talk with Jay yesterday, he said we light up when each other’s name came up, that sure wasn’t the case now. He told me to let us think alone about the situation but instead we fought even more, it’s like talking isn’t something we know how to do right now. I need to fix this, I hate fighting with him.
“Nath?” I said.
“What?” he spatted.
“Talk to me.” I said but it came out as a whispered.
“How? All we do is yell.” He said.
