Arguments

"She pisses me off sometimes," he muttered sullenly, casting his eyes at her.

"But why?"

She was confused, having never seen him like this, curled up in a ball in the corner of the bed. She often forgot how young he was, and tried to remember what it felt like when she, too, was young and filled with raging hormones.

It felt different sometimes, talking to someone so much younger, and remembering the difference between their ages , she wondered if the advice she would give would sound old fashioned, and clichéd.

"How do you stop fighting with someone?" he asked helplessly.

She was silent, and laid her arm around his shoulders , pulling him close to her. She remembered a time when he had given her comfort too, in times when she needed it in the past, and could only hope that she could return the favour in some small way.

"It depends on what you're fighting about, and why it's important to fight about it. It's not always easy to find that middle ground, for two minds to meet. It's most important to put yourself in the other person's shoes, and to think if what you're doing is right, and for the right reasons.

There are times when arguing is important, when both of you are trying to make the other understand the reason for their anger - but there are also times when it's not important and it's more beneficial to let things go.

Sometimes, the things you hate most about a person are the weaknesses you see reflected in yourself," she said gently, almost a reminder to herself as well as to him.

He was silent a little while, digesting her words, and then eventually uncurled himself from the tight ball he was, emerging from that coccoon-like state. 

"Thanks." 

She smiled in satisfaction. It was the first time he'd come to her for advice, and it felt like a turning point in their relationship.

"Let's go get ice cream."