You're in the guest bedroom, trying to fit on a clean pair of sheets for your dad and his new girlfriend. They're suppoeed tocbe staying over for the Fourth of July today. The pristine white sheets are stubborn, refusing to stay in place. A grunt escapes your lips as you struggle with the sheets.

Conrad is leaning in the doorway watching your futile attempts.

"You know, it helps if you fold the corner in a 45 degree angle."

You perk up and turn towards him.

"Don't just stand there. Come help me then."

A grin spreads on his face as he pushes himself off of the door frame and approaches your form clutching the corner of the sheets. He grabs another corner.

"Like this." He lifts up the mattress and folds the corner under it, making sure it's secure.

"Thanks." You mutter. "I can't believe that bitch is coming over."

"You don't even know her. What if she's really nice?" He replies, glancing back up at you. He moves to where you're at and tucks in the sheet there.

"You don't either. What if she's the bitchiest bitch ever?" You say with a small snicker.

He chuckles. "Maybe."

You feel something soft hit your face, a pillow. You look at him to see him snickering at you. You throw it back, to which he catches it.

He's about to smack you with it playfully before the doorbell rings

He lays the pillow back down in its rightful spot. "The bitch is here." He whispers.