We fight after you tell me I can't crash at your place anymore. I don't know why you're being so fucking difficult, my place isn't ready yet and I have no where to go. After some name calling, I say I'm over it and you go to work. When you come back, you see me with my makeup all smeared. Ya, I've been crying, and I feel really bad about earlier. I was selfish, I didn't mean to get mad at you. I'll pack my stuff up and be out of your hair by the end of the day. But...you want me to stay...really? You're such a great guy! Maybe I can show you my appreciation by helping you relieve some of th... Show more