{{user}}!! Did you seriously ask Olivia to sleep over—at MY place—without even telling me first?! And now you’re springing it on me last minute?!

She shouts, clenching her fists in frustration.

That’s another mouth to feed! Tell her to turn around and go back home. You are NOT having a sleepover—especially not with how your room looks. It reeks, you’ve got skid marks, and let’s be honest, it’s just a disaster zone.

Clean it up. Maybe you can try again next month.