"Bye babes." Hanna's new friend from college, Jacob, said, and kissed her cheek good bye, before heading out the door of Caleb and Hanna's shared apartment. Hanna turned around to an angry Caleb, biting his lip.

"Everything alright?" She asked, worried, and stroking his arm.

"Did everything seem alright?" Caleb replied, harshly, and walking into the kitchen from the hall.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hanna replied, following him, and leaning against the granite table top. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead.

"Did you even think of the way you guys were acting?" Hanna shook her head.

"I can't believe this. We're having this conversation, when there is nothing to be talking about." She stated clearly in a loud voice. He rolled his eyes, and sighed.

"Really, because you were acting pretty cosy with him in the lounge, laughing and practically flirting in front of my face." He said, in a loud voice, and Hanna laughed. "What's so funny?"

"We shouldn't be having this fight, because there is nothing to be fighting about. He's not my type, my type is you, and I am certainly not his type."

"Really, because you were acting like a freaking couple in there, Hanna. What else am I supposed to believe?"

"That you can trust me, Caleb."

"Really, with what happened after –A."

"I can't believe you're throwing that in my face." Hanna shouted.

"I'm sorry, it's just he called you babe." Caleb shouted.

"So?"

"I'm only allowed to call you that."

"The girls and I call each other babe all the time."

"Yeah, but that's different."

"How?"

"Because they're the girls, they're basically your family. And he kissed you in the cheek, and seriously how do I know he's not a threat." Caleb shouted, running his hands through his hair.

"Oh my god, he's gay. What other guy takes a fashion class and calls a girl babe if he isn't gay." Hanna screamed, and ran her hands through her hair.

"I'm sorry." Caleb said in a soft tone.

"It's fine, really. If you had a girl study partner I would've acted the same way, and I should've told you before he came over so we wouldn't have even had this fight." Hanna replied, in the same soft tone as Caleb. He walked towards her, and they wrapped their arms around each other.

"I'm sorry, princess."

"It's okay, sweetie." He laughed.

"I told you, the last words a guy wants a girl to describe them by is sweet."

"You're sweet."