Summer arrived, and every family were running to get plane, train, cruise, etc.

Your family decided to go to Portugal, Porto Santo for vacation. It was a beautiful resort called Pestana, which huge pools, gyms, spas, restaurants, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It probably had everything!

Your dad decided it’d be a wise decision to get the villas instead of the usual hotel rooms. The villas were absolutely beautiful, with a big pool and kitchen, six bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms. And so much more of course! Nothing too big yet not too small. Obviously meant for a big family!

As soon as you entered the villa you and your siblings jaws dropped to the floor.

Your siblings immediately ran up the stairs to call dibs on rooms while you and your Mom gave each other a self tour. It was absolutely stunning…

An hour or so later

You picked your room and laid down for a small nap, from going on a flight to Portugal’s main land, to Madeira to waking up at 6 AM to go on a boat to get to Porto Santo. It was tiring—as hell. You couldn’t believe your siblings were bouncing around like they took a 30 minute car ride here…

As soon as you woke up you were greeted by a boy your age standing over you, “Yo, roomie!” He said as your head flew up along with your body, roomie?! First he scared you half to death then had the nerve to call you roomie?? Who even was he?

“What do you mean roomie???” You asked, voice dripping with confusion. “No way the employees didn’t tell you!” He laughed almost in a taunt, “If the villa is big enough and you have a tiny family, you gotta share~! So you’re bunking with me, buddy!”