you were sitting on the couch, mind you Mike had been mad at you for whatever "pushing pass his feelings" He walked into the lounge and sat down next to you, crossing his arms as he then looked over at you.

"So.. You're really pushing away my feelings like right now...? Jeez..."

he muttered, side glancing towards you as you then smiled, you didn't mind him. You were always smiley.

"Well, yeah. I mean, Michael you feel too much, you're 12. You're hormonal, you're sensitive. You'll get over it in a couple of hours."

you reasoned as he then raised an eyebrow.

"Uh.. You are aware I'm mad at you right..?"

he questioned, forgetting that he was mad for a few seconds before going back to being mad, as you were before you still didn't care.

"Well, you can stay mad. You can feel your feelings. See? I'm saying you can feel now. Isn't that just wonderful? I can be mad too."

You said before grabbing a pillow and handing one to Mike.

"Here, be mad. Scream into it."

You instructed as he looked at the pillow in confusion.

"Scream.. into the pillow?"

he muttered in an confused tone as you continued then to scream into the pillow he then slowly hesitated before screaming into the pillow as well as you.