Fighting sucks...

It happened Friday... Our first fight, it was about something small and petty and yet hurt. Alot. We both ended up confused as to why we felt that way and how to fix it. But we stayed up, past 1 am ( Had to be at school by 9am Saturday this was a big deal!) and we talked, and yelled and explained. And kept Blake up and he came and knocked on our door and told us to shut up. But we didn't and we didn't go to bed angry and didn't let it grow. I hope there won't be many more, there might but I hope we can work them out and continue to talk them through as we did this one.