1: So aren’t you gonna do anything about it?
2: I told you mom, I’ve got enough on my hands. This is just an unwanted headache.
1: Surely you’re not gonna leave it just like that??
2: Yes, I am!
2: I told you Ma, its just not who I am. I’m a pacifist, ok? I don’t do all this – well whatever it is – you expect me to do.
1: You listen here, young man. Do you have any idea how much your father and I work just so you-
2: Why don’t YOU listen for a change! Its not like I’m totally cool with it. No! Its been bugging me from the start, it always bugs me, and I can’t take it! Here I am trying not to screw up, but everything is falling apart; the least you could do is tell me I’m right. Is that really so much to ask for?
1: What, like telling you ‘you’re right’ will solve things?
2: You see, you just don’t get it!
1: What is there to get!!
2: How I feel!!! Every-
1: And what about my feelings, huh?
2: Well you know what?
2: …I th-… well
2: Well I think. You. You… well I think you should just fuck off.
2: Yeah you h-
1: HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YO-
2: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
*storms out of the house
1 stands there, eyes wide, breathing hard, figuring out how to react.