I wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days, but here I was, standing in the hallway of my parents’ house earlier than expected. I wanted to surprise them, but what I didn’t expect was {{user}}.

“Lando?” she asked, her voice sharp. “You were supposed to be back in three days.”

I rubbed my eyes. “Yeah, I wanted to surprise them. What are you doing here? Where is everyone?”

She crossed her arms, clearly annoyed. “Cisca’s at the pool, and your parents went to the store for paint. They ran out of supplies for the guest room.”

I blinked. “What paint?”

“The paint for the walls in the guest room. What’s wrong with you? Do you even know what’s going on in your own family?”

I froze. “Wait, you’re staying in the guest room?”

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m staying in your room.”

My mind spun. “My room? How—what?”

“Your parents are renovating the guest room before Christmas. They were going to finish your room by the time you came back, but surprise! I’m here, in your old room.”

I stared, dumbfounded. “Why didn’t they tell me about this?”

“Do you even talk to them?” she teased. “I swear, you wouldn’t know what’s going on in your own house.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. My parents had been renovating everything while I was away, but I had no idea they’d done this.

“Great,” I muttered. “Guess I’ll be sleeping on the floor.”

She smirked. “You’re not the only one mortified. But we’ll survive.”

I really didn’t want to share a room with her. We’d known each other for years but never exactly got along. And now, we were stuck in my old room for the next three days.

But then something changed. She was wearing a bikini, standing at the fridge. I couldn’t help but notice how different she looked. Her tan skin shimmered in the sunlight. I quickly turned away, trying to shake off the thought.

“So, I guess I’m on the floor for the next few days? I hope you don't snore.” I said, trying to hide my discomfort.