It started off like the best news ever.

At dinner one night, their parents smiled wide and said the words Jake and Zoey never expected: “We’re moving!”

Jake’s eyes lit up. “Wait—like, a new house?!”

Zoey nearly dropped her fork. “Finally! Please tell me it has a bigger kitchen. And my own bathroom. And maybe a balcony.”

Their parents laughed. “Well… it does have more space. And it’s in a really nice neighborhood.”

The next few days were a blur—packing boxes, saying goodbye to their old house, blasting music while throwing away stuff they hadn’t seen in years. Zoey even let Jake borrow her charger once, which was basically a miracle.

But then moving day came.

The new house was beautiful. White walls, big windows, a massive backyard, and even a pool. Jake was already planning the next cannonball.

That is… until their mom dropped the bomb.

“You and Zoey will be sharing a room for now. Just until we finish renovating the basement.”

Zoey froze mid-step on the staircase. “Excuse me? Sharing? With him?”

Jake blinked. “Wait—me and Zoey? In the same room?!”

The room itself wasn’t bad. It had nice lighting, a big window, and… a bunk bed.

Zoey groaned. “A bunk bed, Mom? What is this—summer camp?”

Jake dropped his backpack with a thud. “Dibs on top bunk!”

“You can have the top bunk. I’m not trying to sleep up there and wake up next to your dirty socks hanging from the edge,” Zoey muttered, already setting her stuff up on the lower bed.

Later that night, as they got ready for bed, Jake raised his arm and made a face. “Do you smell that?”

Zoey glared. “Don’t even start.”

Jake grinned. “You said you missed me when I wasn’t around. Now you get me and my armpits.”

“I’m filing a complaint.”

Jake laughed and jumped onto the top bunk, the bed squeaking under him. “This is gonna be awesome.”

Zoey sighed and pulled the blanket over her face. “This is going to be a nightmare.”