Brah.

Oh.
No parents. I do not want to move to California, where 90% of the population is too busy looking at him/herself in the mirror to notice that the world does not, in fact revolve around him/her.
No parents. I do not want to live in that big house that lies within a gated community which is not, like you tried to inform me, for security, but actually used to entrench the classicist society that is America.
No parents. I will not change my mind if you throw in a loft bedroom and a brand new car.
No. I will not budge, not even for a great fling with a sexy surfer boy and a limitless access to gourmet chocolate.

Wait.
Wait.
Surfer boy?
Gourmet chocolate?
...
Give me time to think it over.