gimmesatisfaction

She told me I was being selfish and he and I left in a hurry. We took dad's truck.
Dinner was good but I couldn't concentrate. When we're fighting, that's all I can think about, no matter how hard I try just to put it out of my mind. "Forget about her," he said. "Don't let this ruin your night."
Smoking some weed helped, but I still had that metallic, someone's-been-crying taste in my mouth.
We went to a show. The music was loud and angry and it matched my mood perfectly.
She wasn't home when we got back. I missed her but tried to concentrate on having a nice time with him, because I don't see him often.
I talked to her this morning, after he left. She said she felt left out, and she waited around for us all night almost. I started crying, thinking about her sitting there, feeling sad like that. Because I was sad, too. We could have talked about it, but we chose to let it simmer and expand, and ruin both our nights.
She said her tattoo ached the whole night, telling her she should be with me.
She went out with a guy she didn't even like. They drove around and she sulked. She asked him if he liked sushi. "Yes," he said, laughing. A few minutes later he admitted he never tried it before.
"The thing about sushi is, those worms are alive!" he said.
She started crying when he said that. "Please take me home," she said.