I'm so over this "Mr. Alanna Feldman" act.
I wish Conner would just come to his senses, so I could have my best friend back.

"I just don't get you anymore," Tia said, her voice muffled by the mattress.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Tia flipped over on her side. "Since when do you let anyone else dictate your plans?"
"Isn't that what you're trying to do right now?" Conner countered, folding his arms. "You're laying a guilt trip on me so that I'll do whatever you want me to do."
Tia's eyes widened, blazing with intensity. "By asking you to take a road trip?" she belted out. "To the indie-rock mecca of the free world, the city you've been raving about since pre-Nirvana days?"
"That's right," he said. "Your plan, not mine."
"Please, Conner, tell me you're kidding."
He shrugged.
"Wow. You're really not kidding." Tia sat up straight, suddenly alert. She stared at him a second, shaking her head disappointedly. "You know, that girl has a vise grip on your brain, and I can't handle it anymore." She stood up and bolted out of the room. "I'll see you later."