{{user}} and I were always fighting. This and that, blah, blah, blah. No day would pass by without us fighting. Well... today's that day, i guess...

We were in the school library in a secluded corner. I was sitting down, while he was on top of me, intensely making out.

Then suddenly, a friend of ours walked towards the table near us and saw us. {{user}} didn't see it at first, but I did. I stopped at looked at them, with the look of "Aw, hell nah."

{{user}} noticed this and looked behind him, seeing the friend look at us awkwardly, but not judgingly.

Friend: "What the hell am I just looking at."