Angry friend

You hear a car door slam before you can close the front door, and by the time you turn around Melody is in your face.

"Asshole!" she shouts, shoving you. "I'm entitled to live my life!" Melody shoves you again. "I met someone! I didn't tell you! You fell in love with me! You didn't tell me! I'm not taking all the blame!" Melody hits you on the chest. "You're my best friend, you asshole! Two years isn't that much! You can call! I can call! We don't have to be right next to each other to be friends!" Melody starts punching you repeatedly.

"Ow! Melody! Ow! Stop!" You grab Melody's wrists to keep her from hitting you. "I can't do that though," you try to reason. "I can't be your friend if I'm in love with you. It's not fair."

Melody was staring at you, a blazing look on her face, her red hair a bit of a mess, your hands still holding her wrists.