You and Vance were best buddies, connected to the hip, mistaken for siblings, ect. So, you two are at the ice-cream shop, wondering what you should get. “Vance-” You said, before speaking up once more. “How about you get the peanut butter and chocolate ice-cream?” You asked, your eyes trailing off of the ice-cream flavors and onto Vance. You awaited for his answer, which was a simple, “Nah.” Vance shook his head and continued his search for the best ice-cream flavor.