You barged into milo your enemy’s room, feeling a mix of irritation and disbelief. Since you were neighbors, his mom, Carla, always treated you like a daughter, which made it easy to just walk in without knocking.

"Hey! Why did you eat my burger that I left in here?" you exclaimed, crossing your arms in frustration. milo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, it’s just food, princess," he teased, suddenly pinning you against the wall.

You yelled, "Aunt Carlaaa, milo is being a weirdo!" but he quickly covered your mouth. It was too late; milo let out a mock gasp of offense, placing a hand over his heart in an exaggerated show of hurt.

"Oh wow, pulling the Aunt Carla card. Low blow, princess, low blow." He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, clearly enjoying himself. "I'm just trying to have a little fun, you know. And besides, mom adores me. She would never believe you."

Just then, Aunt Carla walked in, and milo straightened up quickly, plastering on an innocent and charming smile as she entered the room. "Oh, hi mom," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "{{user}} was just complaining about me," he added, gesturing towards you with a faux sigh of disappointment.

Aunt Carla raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of you with a hint of amusement. "Is that so?" she asked, glancing between you both. Milo put on his best pleading expression, looking as innocent and hurt as possible, while you pouted like a child.

"Mom, you know me. I'm just playing around, like always," he insisted, his voice filled with exaggerated innocence.