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the next morning i woke up in lips dorm but i didn't see him in the room. i checked the time to see i had an hour before class. i got up and got dressed before i went out in the hall.
"here, let me help you with that." lip told ian who was cleaning the floor in the hall.
"no, i got it." ian told lip but he grabbed the mop anyways.
"i said i got it." ian said again.
"thanks, but it's probably my puke." lip said while he started mopping but ian went and grabbed it from him.
"hey, i got it." ian replied.
"you pissed about something?" lip asked his little brother.
"no." ian replied.
"i just wanted to help." lip told him.
"maybe i just don't want your help." ian said as he began mopping.
"well, what's up?" lip asked his little brother.
"i'm busy. some of us actually have to work for a living." ian told his older brother.
"yeah, no, i work." lip said as ian hit lip with the mop in the feet.
"hey, what's going on, ian?" i asked making my presence known.
"yeah, what's your problem?" lip asked him.
"this is it for me, lip. this job. this is where i land. so you wanna come to me and talk about how hard your fucking job is as a teachers assistant-" ian started but got cut off.
"i never said that-" lip tried but ian just kept talking.
"while i clean up your goddamn puke." ian argued.
"look, if you want a better job... you can go back to high school. all right? nobody made you drop out." lip told him.
"fuck you." ian replied.
"no, fuck you. all right? i got you this job, man. now you don't want it?" lip asked ian.
"you don't share your room because you think you've earned your space. and then you sit around and laugh at me with your fucking shitty bitch college friends and say words like prof and caff, like you're too fucking busy to finish your goddamn words, but i'm the one with a problem?" ian asked and then the two boys started fighting.
