I smirk. “Guilty as charged.” “Also, it drives me bonkers the way you shove things into drawers and closets, without the slightest bit of organization. You’re cool with things looking neat and perfect, on the outside, when, underneath, they’re a hot mess!” She levels me with two pools of green fire. “In my opinion, that’s a metaphor. You look amazing and perfect, on the outside. You’ve worked hard to make it so—and kudos to you for that. But underneath that perfect body and ink, let’s face it, babe, you’re a hot fuckin’ mess!” I press my lips together. Yet again, she’s not wrong.
Amy telling Colin he's not perfect he's a hot mess who enjoyed being on a pedistal for Amy to woeship
