"Jake, you really need to cut this out. You are acting like a complete baby." I stated, standing up from the red love seat in our living room.
"Emma, come on!" He whined, like a baby, proving my point all on his own. I rolled my eyes, then glared down at him, my hand finding its way to my hip.
"Jake Owen Avery," I sighed, shaking my head. "You'd think you're the one who'd want to see her. At least she likes you."
"She watched me grow up, Em. She has dinner with my Mom. Of course she likes me," he replied arrogantly, folding his arms across his chest.
I narrowed my eyes at him, getting fed up with his attitude. "Look, all we have to do is make the trip, it's not going to kill you!" I shouted impatiently.
"Baabbbyyy!" He whined more, and I slouched a little. He leaned forward, grabbing
