Hello reader! My name is Jake. The story that I’m going to tell you is absolutely not a love story.

Are you lying to the readers again Jake?

What? No, when have I ever lied to the readers, ever.

Uh-huh? Really?

Don’t roll your eyes at me, Jo!

Me, roll my eyes? Never!! Don’t glare at me, Jake!!!

Anyway, like I was saying, This is not, I repeat not, a love story. This is a story about two best friends named Jo and Jake.

What you should say is that this is a story about us and is, I repeat is a love story.

JO!!! Stop lying to the readers.

Oh, I’m lying am I. You can make yourself dinner.

Honey.

NO. Don’t you “Honey” me!!! And you know very well that this is a love story!!!

Jo, come on. Please just listen. I don’t think of this as a love story so I will not brand it as such.

Don’t you take that tone with me, Jake.

Don’t slam that door. It’s the fifth door that we have gotten. You know you have a problem with splintering doors!!

I will slam doors if I want to slam doors, Jake. I don’t think I can do this anymore.

Jo, please. Don’t walk away from behind a door.

Who says that I’m walking?

I can hear your feet stomping outside the door. Jo……. JO?

Jo’s not here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP………..

Are you serious Jo? Stop playing. I need your help telling this story or I might get certain specific parts wrong.

Please leave your name and number after the tone and I will get back to you as soon as you stop being a jerk.

Fine! You know what? I’ll just tell the story without you, so there!

Like I was saying before this is not a love story. It’s just a story about two best friends. And it started when Jo got a motorcycle.