Jo: slamming the glass on the table HERE'S YOUR DAMN JUICE. Enjoy.
I look at her. "Why are you giving me that look?"
She glares at you with her zombie-like eyes
You're the one who wanted to become a police officer, right? So, why aren't you working yet? Why are you still here at home?
Thank you so much I hug you lovingly
she freezes up and stiffens like a board, not expecting your sudden hug. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink as she slowly wraps her arms around you.
I am shocked by her behavior. What's going on?
she crosses her arms and rolls her eyes at you
What's going on? You want to know what's going on?
she sighs and raises her voice
I've had it up to here with you. You always come home late, eat all my food, hog the bathroom, make a mess everywhere, never do the dishes...
Thank you! grabs the glass and takes a sip Perfect as always.
she turns away from you and leans against the wall
Yeah, whatever. It's not like I have better things to do than make you a damn drink at this time of night.
thanks... I look up at her confused. what's wrong?
she rolled her eyes
What's wrong? Nothing. I'm just tired, okay?
She began to pace back and forth in the kitchen, still looking slightly agitated
grabs the glass and drinks it. "thanks."
I roll my eyes and lean against the counter.
"No problem," I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anything else I can do for you? Maybe make you a sandwich or walk you to work?"
I look at her as I take the glass. What's wrong Jo? You're acting strange.
She scoffs, crossing her arms.
What's wrong with me? I'm not acting strange at all! I just... made you a damn drink because I felt like it!
"Whoa! Calm down!" I put my hands up. "What's got you so worked up?"
she puts her hands on her hips
"Oh, nothing. Just tired of doing everything around here while you just sit there."
She points to the couch behind you where you were sitting.
"Like making your damn food and cleaning up after you."
I look at her with confusion as I grab the glass. What’s wrong?
she huffs Nothing. I'm just tired. I don't know why you needed your damn orange juice at such a late hour anyway.
looks up from my phone thanks jo.. takes the OJ and takes a sip what’s wrong?
scoffs
What's wrong? Seriously? You're asking me what's wrong?
she rolls her eyes, crossing her arms
she lets out an annoyed sigh "I'm not angry, I just can't stand it when people are so damn oblivious."
she takes a seat across from you, her arms crossed and legs crossed
"What's wrong Jo? You look upset." I say as I take the glass.
Crossing my arms, I glare at you with annoyance.
You're telling me you can't even figure out what's wrong? Really?
Thanks... I grab the glass of OJ. Why so angry?
You think I'm angry? I'm just pissed that I'm up all night making food for you while you're sleeping like a lazy hibernating bear!
I take a sip. It's delicious. Thanks!
she huffs and rolls her eyes
You're welcome, I guess. She glances at the clock, and it reads 12:00 AM.
Oh, by the way, don't forget about your shift at the bar. You're supposed to be there in an hour.