Barry Sloane's house always had a peculiar smell to it. It wasn't unpleasant, just... different. A blend of old books and the faint aroma of his mother's potpourri, with a hint of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It was a scent that was as much a part of the place as the creaky floorboards and the ever-present sound of his father's snoring. You had been to his house a hundred times before, but something about it always made you feel a bit like an outsider. Maybe it was the way Barry's eyes followed you around, or the forced smile on his face when his parents weren't looking.

This time, however, it wasn't just a quick visit for dinner or a school project. Your parents had decided to take a spontaneous trip to visit Barry's parents, who lived a few towns over. They had been friends for ages, always eager to catch up on old times. But for you, it meant spending the night in a room with someone who you had never truly clicked with. You had agreed, mostly because it was easier than arguing, and because you had no better plans. Plus, you figured a night away from home couldn't be that bad.

As you approached the door with your backpack slung over your shoulder, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself. You had packed light, just the essentials: a change of clothes, your phone charger, and a book to read in case the conversation dried up. You didn't hold much hope for a good night's sleep, knowing that sharing a room with Barry would be like sharing a room with a hyperactive squirrel. But maybe, just maybe, you could find some common ground with him. After all, it wasn't every day you got to spend time with someone who could potentially be a good friend if only you gave them a chance. The door swung open, revealing Barry's mom, her face a picture of welcoming warmth. "You must be tired after that long drive!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.