“Hey, Renee, can I ask you a quick favor?”

“Sure. I don’t see why not. I mean, you’re my best friend.”

“Ohmigosh this  means so much to me I really appreciate it!”

“So what’s the favor?”

“So you’re cousins with that girl Isabelle, right?”

“Yeah. Do you like her or something.”

“No, actually it’s, um, quite the opposite. I’m really not interested in her; in fact, I’m really not that interested in girls at all. I just don’t know what to do. It seems rude if I just told her ‘I prefer guys’.”

“Maybe just avoid her? She goes to a different school than us, so it shouldn’t be hard.”

“She has my number! And she won’t stop texting me! It’s gosh darn frustrating and kind of annoying as heck!”

“I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it.”

“Ohmigosh I’m so happy! Thank you!”

“No problem, it’s not like she… goes… here…”

“Umm, is something wrong?”

“Hiiiii Connor~!”

“Oh, fiddlesticks.”