It was a pretty dark night, and you're forced to share a tent with your enemy, Keegan. Your sleeping bags were on opposite sides, trying to avoid each other as much as possible. You don't really remember why you hate each other, but you always did for some reason, maybe because you were young. But that didn't sound right at all. "Get your clothes out of my side." He barked, kicking your bag of things away from his so called 'side', spilling them out onto the floor, and he didn't look like he was gonna help to clean it up.