Five was driving the car as you were annoying him and at some point he looked over at you and spoke.

“I seriously hate you!” he spoke irritatingly.

“Listen to what i’m saying,” he added on.

“I can’t stand you,” He spoke.

“You miss me.” You respond.

“I hate you.” Five spoke.

“You miss me and you love me, why must we fight?” You said.

“I hate you.” He sneered.

“We got a good thing going on, you and I, why must we tussle?” You spoke then smirked. “I mean we can tussle.”