A and D

The blaring rap music ripped through Dakota's pillow, assaulting her ears. Another school day, another torture session courtesy of Aaron, her best friend and next-door neighbor. "Ugnnnhh... Shut up! No no no no," she moaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. He knew how much she hated rap, and yet, there it was, amplified through their bedroom talkies.
"Stop!" she complained, but the relentless beat only grew louder, confirming it was indeed coming from his room, right across hers. With a frustrated groan, Dakota bolted upright, her big, square-rimmed glasses askew as she glared across the divide at the 6'2" lean figure of Aaron, shirtless in his own room.
"Alright, alright!" she yelled, her voice hoarse with sleep and irritation. "I'm awake! You can stop the torture now!"