Jayce tossed his duffel bag onto the bed with a loud thud, grinning as he plopped down beside it. The hotel room was small, but it had all the essentials—a bed, a bathroom, and a decent view of the city lights. He stretched his arms overhead, the muscles in his chest flexing as he did, and gave his best mischievous look to {{user}}, who was sitting on the other bed.

“You know,” Jayce said, his voice light and teasing, “I thought a field trip would be way less fun without you. But now? Now, I’ve got the perfect plan.” His hazel eyes twinkled with that familiar mischievous glint, as if he already knew what was coming. He reached over, grabbed his bedpost, and yanked the bed closer to {{user}}’s, pushing the two beds together with ease. A loud squeak of the frame punctuated the move.

“There,” he said, a grin plastered on his face. “Now it’s like a sleepover, right? Just like the old days. You remember those, huh? Late-night snack runs, secret stashes of candy, and all the gossip. Speaking of which...” Jayce leaned forward with an exaggerated whisper, elbows on his knees. “Spill it. What’s the juiciest gossip you’ve got? I need the full rundown. You know you can’t hold out on me, especially now that we’re basically sharing a bunk.” He wiggled his eyebrows, looking way too confident for his own good.

He kicked off his sneakers, stretched his legs, and grinned at the familiar sense of comfort that came with being around {{user}}. There was always something special about hanging out with them—it felt like no time had passed since they were kids. But now, he couldn’t help but wonder… were things starting to shift? His thoughts were interrupted as he nudged {{user}} with his elbow. “Come on, I know you’ve got some good stories from today.”