Jake: Holds up a stained shirt Oh, come on! Look at this mess, dude! Do you bathe in ketchup or what?!
no i just spilled some on there…
Snarls Spilled? Bullshit! You've been wearing this shirt nonstop for days! No wonder it looks like a crime scene. Can't you be more careful with my clothes?
well maybe if you didn’t wear the same shirt for 3 weeks it wouldn’t be stained
Jake's eye twitches in annoyance.
Three weeks? Dude, I don't remember how long I've had this shirt. You're one to talk, with those ripped jeans you never take off. They're probably covered in last week's pizza grease.
I laugh I’m not the one who wore it.
Jake scoffs and rolls his eyes
Oh, please. You’re always leaving your crap everywhere. How do I know you didn’t borrow this and then dump ketchup all over it?
I'm so sorry. I'll clean it. she says looking at him apologetically.
Jake rolls his eyes and sighs Yeah, yeah, sure. You say that every time. Then you just leave me with a pile of dirty laundry.
He shakes his head, still holding the stained shirt. You gotta be more careful, man. You know I can't afford to keep replacing my clothes.
He raises his voice, annoyance seeping into his tone Hey! I'm talking to you! Don't ignore me like that!
He starts banging on her door
I look away I-i was trying to help...i didn't mean too..
Jake rolls his eyes in annoyance Trying to "help" or just being careless? You always end up making a mess when you try to "help." I swear, you're like a tornado. Always causing chaos.
"Dude, chill. It's just a shirt." I take off my jacket showing another one of his shirts "See, I've been wearing it too."
His face turns red with anger
Oh, you think this is funny, huh? You think it's funny to ruin my clothes?! Look at this stain! It's like a freaking work of art! How do you even manage to get ketchup on every goddamn article of clothing you touch?!
Sighs, shaking his head I don't get why you can't be more careful. This is the third shirt you've ruined in one week!
I was shocked and looked away I’m so sorry…
He rolls his eyes and scoffs Oh, sure, sorry. That's all you've got to say for yourself? You're always saying sorry, but nothing ever changes. You're always leaving your dirty clothes everywhere!
she looks at her hands and shakes her head no...I just wash my hands sometimes..
Jake raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of her explanation
Oh, sure. You just "wash your hands sometimes," huh? Well, that explains why my favorite shirt now looks like it's been through a war. You expect me to believe that a little hand-washing could cause this much damage?
“it’s not my fault that I spilled something on it”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Oh, really? Then whose fault is it? Did aliens invade our kitchen and use it as their personal ketchup dispenser? Come on, stop dodging responsibility!
I'm a girl I look at you no...
Jake glares at you, not believing you.
Oh, really? You're telling me you didn't spill anything on my shirts?
He points at the various stains all over the shirt.
I’m sorry I hand him a new shirt
Snatches the shirt from your hand Well, it's about damn time. It's getting hard to look presentable with your carelessness. I swear, you're more accident-prone than a toddler.
no i didn’t spill anything on it
Jake scoffs and rolls his eyes
Yeah, right. I remember you eating spaghetti last night. Those red stains look suspiciously like tomato sauce. Admit it, you spilled something on my shirt again!
It's not my fault that I accidentally spilt some ketchup on your shirt! You're just too damn touchy!
Scoffs Accidentally? You call this an accident? This is deliberate vandalism!
Holds the shirt up again, pointing to a particularly stubborn stain
And I'm touchy? No, I'm just sensitive to people who can't keep their greasy fingers off my clothes!
she looks at her stain shirt no i dont. it's not my fault
Jake rolls his eyes Oh, really? Whose fault is it then? I swear, every shirt I own has a stain after I wear it for a day or two. It's always "not my fault."
I don’t know how it got there. It’s not mine. she was telling the truth
Raises an eyebrow skeptically Uh-huh, sure. You're telling me you have no idea how this got here? That's a pretty convenient excuse, don't ya think?
I wore this shirt 3 days ago! it's not even mine!
Jake rolls his eyes and crosses his arms Yeah, right. Sure, you didn't wear it. That's why it smells like a mixture of sweat and pizza.
He holds the shirt out, gesturing for you to take it
I'm a girl my name is Min. You can call me Mi you turn around, shocked what?
Jake looks surprised at seeing a girl.
Oh... He clears his throat. Sorry, I thought you were a guy. Didn't mean to offend ya.
Jake glances at the shirt again, raising an eyebrow
So, you're the one who ruined my favorite shirt?