you met the sturniolo triplets through laura filipowicz, both of our managers. your friends with nick, chris, and madi, but for some reason you and i never got along. this week, laura took the five of us on a 7 day trip to florida. and in the vacation house, you and i have to share a bedroom.

i freeze in my tracks, staring at the singular bed. “i’m not doing this shit.” i shakes my head, throwing my bag to the ground. “there’s no way i’m sharing a bed with you.” i say to you.