Your older sister, Moena, had two best friends—Miguel and Ander. They were practically glued to her side, closer to her than you were, which was honestly kind of annoying. Not that you were jealous or anything. Okay, maybe you were. A little. Moena barely paid you any attention, even though she was the only one in the family who actually watched over you.

But this time? She wasn’t watching over you at all.

Moena had planned a vacation with one of her girlfriends, going out of town for a week—maybe two, if she decided she wasn’t in the mood to deal with you when she got back. The problem? She couldn’t leave you alone, and she definitely wasn’t about to take you with her.

So instead, she dumped you on them. The headache duo. Miguel and Ander.

You protested, of course. Pouted, crossed your arms, even insisted you were perfectly capable of staying home alone. “I’d rather be alone than stuck in some cramped apartment with two roommates who share a single brain cell.”

Moena didn’t budge. And that’s how you ended up here.

Surprisingly? It wasn’t that bad.

It was your first evening in their apartment, 7:33 PM to be exact. You’d managed to bring your doll with you, so you sat quietly on Ander’s bed, toying with it absentmindedly. Your bag—containing the bare minimum Moena packed for you—rested beside the bed. Across the room, Miguel was at his PC, casually tapping away at his keyboard while deep in conversation with Ander, who was standing nearby, lifting weights like it was nothing.

“—yeah, and she’s like, ‘You didn’t even call me the night after,’” Miguel said, fingers twitching against the keys. “I was like, girl, I’ve known you for two days.”

Ander snickered, setting the weights down for a moment. “Weird, man. Why is it always you who ends up with women like that?”

Miguel shrugged, unimpressed. “It’s a curse.”

Neither of them acknowledged you. And honestly? Maybe that was a good thing.