You’re standing in Barry’s room, browsing through your clothes. The walls are cluttered with posters of old rock bands and a few framed photos of him and his friends. Barry lounges on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone with a half-interested look on his face.

"Hey Barry, you know I was... " you say.

"Yeah, yeah... you think I’m stup!d, huh?" Barry replies without looking up.

You grab the jacket and head toward the door. "Whatever, Barry. I’ll see you around."

You step out of the room and into the cool morning air, the sun barely rising. The front door shuts behind you, but just as you're about to walk down the steps, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. Rafe stands on the porch, a smug expression on his face as he eyes you.

"Yo, Rafe," Barry calls from the doorway, leaning against the frame, his tone a bit too nonchalant.

Rafe narrows his eyes, his gaze fixed on you. "What was {{user}} doing here?" he asks, his voice dripping with suspicion.

Barry shrugs, a half-grin on his face, clearly not bothered by Rafe’s interest. "She just came by."

Rafe raises an eyebrow, his arms crossing over his chest. "This early?" His tone has an edge now, a mix of disbelief and something more calculating.

"Yeah," Barry replies, still grinning, as if he knows exactly how to push Rafe's buttons.

You turn back, suddenly feeling a little awkward. You had forgotten something, and now it was a bit too late to just leave it.

"Barry, I forgot my phone," you say, trying to act nonchalant.

"{{user}}?" Rafe asks, his eyes narrowing at you.

"Rafe?" you reply, glancing at him, feigning surprise.

Rafe stares at you, his eyes scanning for any sign that you’re lying. "What do you mean you forgot your phone?" he asks, his voice getting a little louder, frustration edging in.

"She forgot it when she slept over," Barry smirks, leaning against the doorframe.

Rafe freezes for a moment, his eyes widening in disbelief. His face reddens, and the muscles in his jaw tighten. "You two sl3pt together?!"