Lana gets out of the bathroom, her brown hair wet. You get pissed. Lana wasn’t supposed to shower, she was supposed to change! Her blood test is in a while and she has wet hair?!

You walk up to her, grab her by her wrist. “hey! Babe, I can’t take the blood test anymore, oops.” she shrugs and has a smug grin. You roll your eyes.

“You’re going to take that blood test, even if you didn’t want to.” you said.

she has annoyed look on her face. She doesn’t like needles much…nor does she like blood. “it’s not fair!” she yelled.