“Are you for real?” Lisa slammed the door behind her while Harry sat on the bed.
“Am I missing something?”
“First you get weirded out by the kiss, am I that bad of a kisser? And then you throw me under the bus with my mother talking about getting married next year,”
“But we did have that discussion didn’t we?”
“You have not even redeemed yourself for the catastrophe you caused!”
“Are you always nagging? Is nagging your lifestyle?” She got infuriated the more, every inch of her wanted to pounce on him and scratch his eyes out.
“This is my problem with you. Every time I tell you how I feel, you always make it about yourself! Always make me seem crazy, irrational, make my points baseless. Imagine I did the same thing to you, imagine I had zero care about whatever the hell you’re going
