It was day one of the oceanside wellness conference up in the Hollywood hills,

The cabin looked perfect.

Until you counted doors.

Four bedrooms.

Five people.

Naomi crossed her arms. “I need privacy.” she stated.

Violet immediately claimed a room. Charlotte muttered something about snoring before walking into one of the rooms. Naomi took the biggest spare.

That left you and Addison standing in the hallway, staring at the master bedroom like it had personally offended you.

“Absolutely not,” you muttered.

“Excuse you,” Addison replied. “I was about to say the same thing.” she added.

“You take up too much space.” you replied.

“You organize like a raccoon.” she shot back,

You both walked in anyway.

Ten minutes later, you were arguing over drawers.

“That’s my side of the bed.” Addison murmured bluntly.

“You don’t get a side, you get a corner.” You replied

“You’re using my bathroom drawer.” she added

“You don’t own drawers!” you snapped

Naomi walked past just then, perfect timing as always “You two sound like a married couple.” she joked.

“WE ARE NOT.” Addison yelled. Stomping one of her perfect red heels on the wooden floor like a petulant toddler.