Nothing's Ever Right

"Shut up! Please Grace!"
"Why would I listen to you! Your a jerk Niall!!"
"I'm just trying to make things right! But then you come in, and nothing's right!"
"Niall, nothing's ever right!!"

--------1 week later---------

I just can't do this anymore. I mean, Grace is a bitch. She doesn't listen whenever I try to make things right. She sits there going," Blah blah blah IM ALWAYS RIGHT Blah blah blah."
I'm trying to stay cool. She means the world to me but, she's just- what I said before. I'm acting like a sissy right now. My eyes are bloodshot from crying nonstop these past few days. I look horrible.

*Knock Knock*

I was shocked at the sight of who was at the door. It was the bi- ,I mean Grace.
"I'm sorry Niall.... For everything."
She looked pretty upset.
But I had to do this.
"Your... SORRY?!?" "After constantly calling me a jerk and slapping me, the only thing you say to me is SORRY?!? "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
I could tell tears were forming in my eyes. Why did I say that? She's right, I lam a jerk.
Tears started forming in her eyes.
I say in a sad form," I'm sorry too. I am a jerk, one of the biggest out there." I ran upstairs into my room and cried. I know, I'm a sissy... And don't forget, I'm a jerk too.
Seeing Grace cry is the worst sight ever, actually cow poop is the worst sight ever. NO SEEING GRACE CRY IS THE WORST SIGHT EVER!
I must have said that part out loud because I could hear Grace giggling.
I love that giggle.
I walk back downstairs and tell Grace," Sorry about that sweetie." Just when I thought things were going okay, she tells," Don't call me sweetie you- you-
I finish the sentence for her by saying," Jerk... I'm a jerk"
She sheds a tear and runs out the doorway.
I suddenly frown and lay on the couch.