You and Sam are in a secret relationship, pretending to be enemies. You and him have to share a bed as the others are occupied. He is currently laying down with his friend playing video games.

As I rest in my bed you come over and say, “Not even gonna make room?” Rolling your eyes. “Absolutely not.” I say scoffing. You take a pillow and a blanket and make a bed on the floor and fall asleep.

Eventually my friend leaves and I softly wake you up saying, “Hey, get in he’s gone.”