““I don't feel like getting laughed at. I'm getting in the shower and going to bed." She grabs my arm. "What do you mean laughed at? Why would I laugh?" Aside from the fact that she's already laughed twice in this conversation? I raise a skeptical brow but sit back down. After a deep breath, I blurt, "Because that's what you do every time I try to talk to you." She blinks. "Since when do you ever try to talk to me?" she says quietly. Huh. She has a good point. When she puts it like that, it doesn't really sound fair of me. I open and shut my mouth a couple times. What, am I supposed to say, "Since I was four"? After all, she's the reason I don't talk to her, right?””
