20-Stuff Like This?

“What's with you throwing either stuff at me or pushing me?” Elliot groans, throwing the pillow back on the bed.

I pay no heed to his anger because right now I'm focusing on getting my breathing right. I was really scared by the locked door. Didn't he see me in his room? Why would he do that?

“And…” I take a long breath of relief, “And what's with you getting in unnoticed? And why did you lock the door?” I fire back at him, mirroring his annoyed expression.

He takes an angry step towards me to which I reply by taking two steps backward.

“Well, if you haven't noticed it yet, it's my room. I can do whatever the hell I want to do in my room.” He argues back, voice claiming down a bit but not his temper. He looks like someone stomped on his toes.

“Well, if you haven't noticed it yet, I'm in this room right now, you can't do whatever the hell you want, and you certainly can't lock the door!” I imitate his speech which seems to make him even more frustrated.

Just like a child, he cros