Zoë's fingers tapped annoyingly on the window.
"Can you stop that?" I snapped.
"Stop what?"
"Tapping on that window!"
"Oh, you mean like this?" she said, tapping the window again.
"Yes, that!"
"Yes? You want me to keep tapping the window? Fine by me!"
"Ugh, Zoë, why do you have to do that?" I yelled at her.
"You could just ask politely." She replied.
"No."
"Well, then you have no room to complain."
"I hate you." I mumbled under my breath.
"What?" asked Zoë.
"I said I hate you!" I replied much louder.
I immediately regretted it though since the second I said those three words her face took on a pained expression.
"Zoë… I… I didn't mean that…. I'm sorry."
I tried to give her a hug but she shoved me away.
"No, don't try and hug me! You hate me remember?" She said, glaring at me.
"I didn't mean it Zoë! I just got frustrated is all! Please, say you'll forgive me?" I pleaded.
"Why should I? If that's how you really feel there's nothing to apologize for!"
"But I don't hate you!"
"Well I need to get my hearing checked then."
"Why won't you believe me?"
"Because you're the one that said it, genius!"
"I do not in any way hate you, Zoë!"
"I don't believe you."
"I love you Zoë!"
"…What?"
"Erm…"
I cannot believe I just said that.
My life is over.