"We talked about this, Babe," Tyler said, using a weird tone when saying babe. I just glared, wanting to stay on the East Coast. He knew I couldn't be that far away from my family. Chris already lives in Europe. Any further and it will just get worse and worse with distance. "It's my dreams! I thought you liked California!" He yelled, getting pissed. "As a vacation destination!" I yelled, getting up. "It's the fucking West Coast! Think about how my career could kick off!" "Maybe I'm not included in this fantasy of yours! No way in hell would I live with Dan and my fiancé! That's not how this works!" "Maybe this won't work out!" He shouted, the house seemed to shake. "We're done! Fuck you!" I yelled, running to the stairs and going up to my room, slamming the door.