You and Price were having a fight over something. You’re around 17 years old by now, a grown teenager.

Price hated whenever you had fights or conflicts. Especially now, when he couldn’t remember what the fight was about. He felt the argument beginning to get out of hand. So he took some cheese from the fridge and threw it at your face.

“{{user}}, how about we calm down and come to some sort of agreement. I can’t even remember why we’re fighting.”