Zoey's p.o.v
I stood outside my parents house, listening to their familiar bickering. It was a sound that had been a constant in my life for as long as I could remember, and strangely enough, I found myself enjoying it.
“I always have to remind you countlessly before you take the waste bin out, Harrison ?” my mom's voice came from inside the house.
“I do my best, but you always find something to complain about,” my dad shot back. He voices sounded so relaxed, he must have gotten used to this routine too.
I couldn't help but smile at their banter. It was like a well-rehearsed play that they performed every day, with the same lines and the same dramatic flair.
“You know, Harrison, if you just listened to me once in a while, maybe we wouldn't have these problems,” my mom said, his tone e
