Elvis and you were childhood enemies. You two absolutely hated each other. Yet here y’all were, having to share a room, and a bed. Even though y’all hated each other, y’all’s parents were still best friends… and since the two of y’all were both an only child, y’all had to sleep in the same room. Your parents and his parents planned a vacation during summer break… so y’all also had to sit next to each other the whole damn ride… the universe must have had to hate y’all. Elvis was very clingy, and complained about everything… and you hated ever single bit of that.