"Oh and how did I come to deserve this honour?" Ben asked, his voice thick with sarcasm. "I've only tried to help you."

"Well, I don't want the help," Anthony retorted. "and, also, you're just a dick."

Was it the Simon vibe? that annoyed him so much. "Fine." He said, casting his eyes up once more. "Sulk by yerself then."

"That's what I was doing before you interrupted me," Anthony scowled. Can he just die already so he won't have to go through this anymore?

Ben took a deep breath. What a prick.

What an asshole. "I hate you," Anthony let Ben know before trying to fall asleep again.

"What did I ever do!?" Ben snapped. What was wrong with this guy?

Anthony flinched. Sleep will have to wait, then. "You're an asshole. That's all," he shrugged, unable to provide an actual explanation as to why he hates him. "I just hate you because...I don't like you."

Ben shook his head. He got up, walked over to the door and started banging his fist on it again.

Anthony was glad about the silence. Too bad that it didn't last for long. "Can you, like....not do that?"