Juno and you hated each other so much that teachers sat them on opposite continents of the classroom.

They didn’t punch. They didn’t shove. They just roasted each other daily like it was a competitive sport.

“Move, Juno, your ego is blocking the doorway.” “At least I have an ego. You’re running on 2 brain cells and 1 expired snack.” Classic.

On the school camping trip, disaster struck.“Tent partners!” The teacher announced. “Tent 4: Juno and (user).”

Both boys screamed internally. Maybe externally. Hard to tell. The moment they crawled in: “Stay on your side,” Juno said.

“I would,” You replied, “but there’s only one sleeping bag…