'GOD, I HATE YOU!'
'Feeling's mutual, babe.'
Austin and I glared after each other, intently. This was a routine for us. Arguing. But it had become something to not worry much about. If anything, arguing meant our relationship was progressing according to Maria. To strangers, it would have come out as a bad thing.
'I still don't get how you two pull off the whole perfect couple thing when all you do is fight all the time.' Martins commented cynically as he watched Austin and I pit insults back and forth like some kindergarten children. It was quite the comic scene, really. 'What are they fighting about this time?'
Andre shrugged. 'Beats me.' He sounded casual and somewhat annoyed. Having had enough of our banter, he slammed his foot against the wood stool in front of him, earning our at
