A Good Insane...Maybe?
"You drive me insane." My room mate is sitting opposite me, on the couch, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious this time, Kara."
"Oh, I'm serious too." She hastily removes the smirk but her eyes still tell me she thinks this whole thing is just a joke.
"You keep me up all night with your insanely loud music, you borrow my clothes without asking..."
"Hang on, you do that too!" she interrupts.
"Yeah, but at least I don't return them with food stains on them!" I shout back.
"It happened like, once."
I raise an eyebrow. "Once?"
"Okay, maybe two or three...or six times."
"Exactly. You leave trash all over the place, you stay up late watching disturbingly violent movies..." I rant.
"I hardly find Boss Baby disturbingly violent, but whatever." She sighs and leans back into the couch. "Lanie, don't you think you're overreacting?!"
"NO! I already said, you drive me insane! And I can't deal with it anymore! I don't want to talk about it anymore tonight!" I give a noisy huff, cross my arms, and stare angrily at the ceiling.
All is quiet for several moments.
"A good insane, maybe?" Kara pipes up.