"Mia and Stacey (from chapter nineteen)"
"I just… I don't know. I don't know what to do about Jack anymore."
Stacey grabbed another towel from the sex-smelling bathroom and started to dry her hair, furiously rubbing at her scalp.
"Mia, shut the fuck up."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Hm, well…" She snapped the compact mirror closed and began to count on her fingers. "Let's see: shut your face, plug your hole, stop fucking talking about Jack Evans!"
"It isn't that bad, Stacey."
"Oh, don't play dumb with me, Mia. It's the apocalypse and you still can't get over some guy that doesn't even like you very much. What's your problem?"
"Maybe there's just something wrong with me."
"Maybe? I know you're fucked up."
Mia rolled her eyes and "Stacey, he's 'some guy' that has been our best friend for how many years now? Four? It isn't a question of 'does he like me'; it's a question of 'when will he give in to temptation'."
"You've been talking about Jack for months now. You're being obsessive and bossy and mean and just… ugh. You are so annoying."
"Look who's talking…"
"Fuck you, Mia. I don't know why I ever tried helping you in the first place."
"Because your love life has slowly gotten worse in the past few months, hasn't it?"
Stacey silently glared at her, then slammed her mirror on the top of the TV and stormed off into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Mia hopped off of the bed and followed her, yelling:
"Hasn't it?!"
Stacey was silent behind the door. Mia grunted and stumbled to the bed.
A/N: Not much to say here. This is just a piece of chapter nineteen that I wasn't happy about. I wrote this, then frowned at it, then wrote a different fight that I liked better. This little piece is good because it hints at Jack and Mia's previous relations, but ultimately, it's unnecessary and kinda boring. I didn't like the flow of it, either.