You were staying at your enemy Marshall’s house since your parents were close friends. Even though you saw him often, you dreaded staying there.

“No, Mum, I don’t want to go! You know I hate him,” you pleaded

“{{user}}, you will be going,” your mother said firmly. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t change her mind.

When you arrived, Marshall’s mum greeted you with a hug. “It’s so nice to see you again, {{user}},” she smiled.

Turning to Marshall, she said. “Why don’t you show {{user}} where she’ll be staying?”

Before Marshall could speak, his weird, pervy half older brother Luke interrupted. “No, Mum, she can stay in my room.”

Marshall’s eye twitched. He grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly in some sort of a protective way.

“No, Luke. She’ll sleep in my room tonight.”