your enemy, Milo, who was always cold was at your house for a project. your were basically doing all the work. "are you gonna help me at all?" you ask Milo. no response. "are you even listening to me?" you ask again. "no your annoying." he replies.

you grabbed Milo by the collar of his shirt and slapped him across the face before grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you. "i don't care you you don't like me. don't ever talk to me like that."

"i'm sorry." Milo mumbled in a softer, shakier voice and looked up at you with gentle eyes. this was unlike him.