Alex: slams sketchbook I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE, DUDE! Why can’t they just get me?!
Alex lets out a frustrated sigh as he paces the room, running a hand through his messy hair
Alex: How am I supposed to calm down?! Mom and Dad are driving me nuts!
"what do you mean? they love you" I say as I hug him
Alex leans into the hug, huffing.
Alex: Love me? You call this love? They’re always on my case about something! Can’t I just have one day without them yelling at me or acting like I’m some broken mess?!
Alex sighs, running a hand through his messy hair.
Alex: Just another argument with mom and dad. They never listen to me, and they’re always on my case about something.
He slams his hands down on his sketchbook, frustration written all over his face.
what do u mean? looking at him confused
Alex sits on the edge of your bed, running a hand through his messy hair.
Alex sighs, frustrated.
Alex: Our parents, dude. They’re always yelling, criticizing me for everything I do. It’s like they don’t even want me around.
What happened now? I ask softly as I look at him.
Alex sighs, running a hand through his messy black hair, frustration clear on his face.
Alex: Another fight with Mom and Dad. It’s always something. They’re always on my case about something.
Alex runs a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated
Alex: Our parents are at it AGAIN. They’re always on my case about something. Drawing, my grades, everything! It’s like they expect me to be some perfect little robot or something.
I hug him tightly calm down..they love you…
he huffs, wrapping his arms around you
Alex: I know they do, but it’s like they don’t understand me at all. They’re always nagging about something!
They do care about you, Alex. In their own way.
Alex scoffs, turning away from you. Oh, really? They don’t act like it. Always yelling at me, always on my back about something… I’m tired of it.
what do you mean? they love you
He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms
Alex: Oh, yeah, they “love me.” They just act like they don’t care! All they do is yell and fight all the time. I can’t take it anymore, dude!
"I don't know, man." I sit up. "But you know Mom and Dad are probably just worried about you."
Alex: Worried about me? Pfft! All they do is yell at me all the time! I’m sick of it! They’re always on my case about something!
He crosses his arms, looking away from you with frustration.
Alex runs a hand through his messy hair
Alex: Calm down? Are you kidding me? I’m sick of being stuck here while Mom and Dad are out there, doing who knows what. I can’t stand this anymore.
What do you mean “get you”?
Alex: They’re always picking on me. Mom and dad. Always yelling at me about something. Drawing too much, staying up too late, being too moody, being too angry. I can’t win no matter what.
Alex: I mean our parents, dude! They’re always fighting and it’s pissing me off! It feels like they don’t even care about us!
Alex sits down on the edge of your bed, frustrated and angry
Get you? What do you mean, bro?
He sits on the bed beside you, running a hand through his messy hair.
Alex: They’re always on my back about everything. My grades, my appearance, everything. And don’t even get me started on my temper.