The car was cramped with the whole group packed inside, the windows rolled down to let in the fresh air from the highway. The chatter was nonstop, everyone laughing and making plans for the weekend. Of course, I ended up in the backseat with {{user}}. She had her arms crossed, leaning against the window like she was trying to ignore me, but it wasn’t working. The silence between us was suffocating.

“You two are like an old married couple,” Nate, one of the guys in the front, teased, glancing back at us with a smirk. “Always fighting, always bickering. It's like a sitcom.”

I shot him a glare. "You have no idea," I muttered, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She scoffed, her eyes narrowing at me. "I’m pretty sure I’m the one trying to ignore the constant whining," she shot back, her tone sharp.

The rest of the group started laughing, and I could practically feel the amusement radiating from them. It was always like this when we were together—somehow, my endless banter with her had become the group’s favorite form of entertainment.

"You guys should just get it over with and kiss already," Ella chimed in from the front, clearly enjoying the chaos.

"Gross," {{user}} spat, wiping her mouth dramatically, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her response.

"Seriously, it’s like watching two cats fight over a toy," Ryan added, turning around to look at us with a grin. "Just admit you secretly like each other."

I threw my hands up in mock frustration. "I don’t like her. She’s impossible." She shot me a look. "You’re the one who starts most of the arguments. I’m just defending myself."

"Defending yourself?" I laughed, glancing at her. "You mean making things worse?"

She gritted her teeth, clearly about to snap back, but then she just let out a long sigh. "Whatever. Let’s just get to the cabin before you start another pointless fight."

I leaned back in the seat, rolling my eyes, and her did the same. It was like we were in some weird game of who could annoy the other the most.