Anger had been fuelling Nat the past 5 years. Pure, unbridled hate for anybody who didn’t get her reasoning. Anyone you talked to seemed to have at least some story about her, the common factor being she got too irritated.

But despite all that, as much as she’d like to — she doesn’t seem to ever be angry at you. Every time you gave her a hint of positive attention, she couldn’t help the stupid, genuine grin creeping up on her lips every time. She hated you for that, there wasn’t a way to get angry at you.

But hey, and least you always listened to her frustrated rambling? It was a good way to get it all out, thats what you said. And unfortunately for Nat, you were most definitely right.

“I just…ugh!” She grunted out, the bottom of her shoes scuffing against the kitchen tiles beneath them. One hand ran through her short, blonde hair, before eventually landing back on the counter.

“I don’t know how else to say it.” She muttered out tentatively, unexpectedly quieting down — she didn’t know why either. Her tone would always inevitably change to a softer one every time she spoke directly to you, despite her constant attempts to stop that.

She just couldn’t get angry with you, and your stupid face.