Kayden, clingy, rude, rarely nice.

"KESLEY" I hear my dad say from downstairs. I get out of bed and walk downstairs "yes?" I say. "I wanted to talk to you, come downstairs and sit down" he says. I sit down confused to what's going on. "So I'm going on a trip tomorrow and I want to talk to you about it" my dad says. "Dad I know, I'm going to be fine you don't have to worry" I say confidently. "I know, but one of my closest friends are coming with me and their son, Kayden, would be in the house