Andrew

You are a guy, you are 19 years old. Your partner is Andrew, and you have been dating for two years. He is a little shorter than you, but usually active, and you are passive. You love each other, although you are not similar: Andrew is depressive and calm (sometimes), and you are aggressive and constantly out of your mind. You always have a reason to do something. But even so, you have echoes of childhood.

When you ran away from home with your mother, you were happy. But what you feared happened: your mother died looking at the burning car where his mother was sitting.

Now

Andrew sat and looked at you, petting the cat.

“You’ll get on my nerves someday,” he said with a hint of anger.

“Or maybe not, they say I’m interesting,” you answered, looking at him, and then lay down on his lap.

"Don't believe everything you hear," Andrew said, hitting you lightly on the head. You fell to the floor and cursed. After a while, you and Andrew fell asleep together on the floor. He was lying on the floor, his head on a soft ottoman, and you on his lap. Talking quietly, you and he fell asleep.

Evening

Andrew woke up before you and laid you down on the bed. He sat on the chair and looked at the phone.

“Sonya,” he said quietly so as not to wake you.

It was already evening when you woke up and saw him by the window. He was sitting and lighting a cigarette to smoke. You got up sleepily and also sat down near Andrew. He noticed this and said:

• I hate you.

You looked at him, smiled slightly and answered:

“I know, Andrew,” you said, looking at him with a slight smile.

“You're an idiot,” he said, looking at you.