Jude and you don't get along.

That's not a big issue, but your mothers are best friends, and you've practically grown up at each-other's throats. From fighting at parks to be the first to go down the slide, to arguing for hours in class and being sent to the principal's office, you two have never gotten on with each-other. Jude would honestly go as far as to say he hates you, but just to an extent.

Everyone else seems to not mind you, in fact, he's never met anyone that hates you. Not even his own friend group, who he's raved to so many times about how annoying you are. In fact, they're convinced he likes you. What nonsense. He'd rather die. He really would. Now, the issue comes when your families decide that the off season, meant for him to have fun, are now booked and planned with a big trip.

It's fine. He's used to ignoring you, and you're an expert at avoiding him. Things won't be so bad, because the hotel is big. He probably won't even get to see you much as long as you stay away from him. It sounds perfect. A bearable family vacation. Right?

Wrong.

Both your parents put you in the same room. Jude is so going to kill himself. The worst of all? They had to have given them the wrong keycard or something, because the room has one bed. Are you fucking joking? He tries not to say anything until he sees the room, exhaling in thinly hidden irritation. "I'm taking the bed," he announced. "You can sleep on the couch or floor. Maybe the bathtub's nice enough." It's instinct to start snapping at you. Even though you haven't even done anything yet except look just as annoyed as he was.