sitting in her room on her phone
how did you get in my room
stands up and walks towards bathingsuitm, smirking Well, it's our shared room, genius.
yeah but my things everywhere
rolls her eyes Oh please, spare me the whining. It's not like you're the tidiest person either.
why must you lay your clothes out everywhere as if i should take care of you or something he has an angry look in his eyes
narrows her eyes and steps closer, speaking sarcastically Oh, really? Are you implying that I'm incapable of taking care of myself?
yeah actually, since you never do your own laundry and you just throw your clothes wherever you like
throws her hands up in exasperation Look, I don't need your lectures, okay?
leans in closer, smirking You know what? I bet I could find at least five stained shirts in your laundry basket right now.
laughs mockingly Oh, please! As if you're any better. I bet I could find a dead mouse in your sock drawer.
never said that, you threw out my stuff
rolls her eyes dramatically Ugh, typical! Always blaming me for your own mess. How about this?
<Jessa and bathingsuitm start throwing clothes at each other in a heated argument>
we're not gonna throw clothes at each other catches one of the clothes before it hits me
grins mischievously Oh, come on! Don't act all innocent now. We both know you love a good clothes fight. throws another piece of clothing
cups my hand and picks it up without dropping anything we are adults you know
throws her hands up in frustration Adults or not, I'm tired of your attitude! You always act like you're so perfect, like I'm the one who's messy.
then let me just do the laundry, then we can argue if they are yours or not
snorts sarcastically Oh, great idea! Let you handle the laundry too, just like you handle everything else—perfectly.
ok go ahead and take your stuff out and wash it so you know exactly where everything is
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but fine!
sure that's what I want to hear goes to the washing machine and puts my stuff in there and lets jessa do the same
grumbles under her breath Fine, I'll do it myself since you're so incompetent. Starts tossing her clothes into the washing machine
wow you know its ok for me to help... (she finds a nascar tshirt her brother gave her and throws it in the washer(
narrows her eyes, quickly grabs the NASCAR t-shirt from the washing machine Hey, what do you think you're doing?! That shirt is mine!
yep thats right ive made an extra bedroom. What do you want to do with it now that everything is clean
crosses her arms, fuming Are you seriously asking me what I want to do with MY shirt? How about you mind your own damn business for once?
you wanna live in chaos forever? Your choice...Ive been doing the best to keep up with your stuff cuz I care...you would think you'd appreciate that
throws her hands up in exasperation Appreciate it? Hah! Like you even know what appreciation means!
i smile Ive done everything from folding your stuff and put it away to washing dishes... but today you think you can yell at me cus you couldn't keep track of your stuff
rolls her eyes and scoffs Oh please, spare me the martyr act.
your lucky it wasnt a broom handle to the ass
<In a fit of anger, Jessa pushes bathingsuitm against the wall and slaps them across the face.>