Jesus fucking christ this shit is so pretentious, this is my last chapter, sorry, I can't deal with this dogshit writing...
What 17-year old girl doesn't have any music preferences of her own? For that matter, why would she be so dependant on him for trivial shit? And for all the nonsense about "gender roles" and how easy it is to fall into them, she's the one doing the work in the kitchen, making breakfast and dinner for him. IM SURE EVEN A SCHOOLBOY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE TOAST. You put it in the toaster. DING. fucking DONE.
Speaking of done, I'm done with this story, byyyyyyyyyyeeeee