"I don’t see why I have to come," Ashton complained, leaning against the bathroom door while I curled my hair.
"Because I said you do,"
Propping himself against the door frame, Ashton crossed his arms and legs, dressed for the party in clothes I had picked out for him, and had coerced him into styling his hair.
"They’re not even my friends,"
"Tiane is your friend," I reminded him with a smile at my reflection in the mirror, standing comfortably in my underwear with a towel wrapped around myself.
"She’s the only decent one going,"
"Love you too," I said with a sarcastic tone.
"You know what I mean," He sighed. "I shouldn’t be going, we don’t get along, and I don't celebrate New Year's."
"You don’t celebrate anything," I laughed.
"After all the parties I’ve been to, it gets old,"
