You and Scaramouche were enemies. It was ironic, since your moms were best friends. They always tried to push you two into being friends, but Scaramouche for some reason hated you. And you hated him back for constantly picking on you.

One weekend, Scaramouche’s parents were out of town, so his mother asked your mom if he could stay in your house. This meant you would have to spend the weekend with your enemy, in the same house.