We immediately start to fight

Lily, however, could not wait. She swung the door open as I was opening it and let herself in. *Fucking finally," she said as she entered. She strided in, wearing a green flannel and jean shorts. Her bright red hair was tied up in a pony tail and she was wearing brown sandals. Her brilliant green eyes looked at me up and down, displeased.

I had changed earlier and was wearing a Guns N Roses t shirt and black leggings. Lily took one look at me, and said, "You just get out of bed?"

I rolled my eyes, having figured this was how it would go. "Whatever," I dismissed, not rising to her challenge. That was something she had always made difficult about being in a relationship. She was always picking fights, no matter the severity or the situation. I kicked the box her stuff was in, lying on the ground in the living room. "Here you go," I said. "Take it and get out of my fucking life."