You were hanging out at my place (much to my dismay), since you had been kicked out by your parents. For such a crabby (no pun intended) person like myself, my hive was clean and tidy. Not what you expected. I took your bag and I flung it some random ass place with no care in the world, then turned back to you.

“The fuck did you do now? Set your radiator on fire?”

I said with an ornery tone. As much as I claimed to hate you, you grew on me. I don’t need you, but you’re nice to have around.