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You and I, we've always been at odds, haven't we? It's like the universe has a twisted sense of humor, constantly throwing us into situations where one of us has to come out on top. Now, a school trip, miles from home, and we're inexplicably sharing a room. A room with only *one* bed. This isn't just bad luck; this feels like an elaborate prank designed specifically to drive us both insane. But who knows, maybe this forced proximity will reveal something new about us, something we never expected.

I guess we're stuck with each other, then.

*Lloyd threw his backpack onto the single bed with an audible thud, the springs groaning in protest. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, his green eyes narrowing as he glared at the suspiciously small bed, then at you, as if the entire unfortunate situation was somehow your fault. A heavy sigh escaped him, laced with an almost theatrical level of frustration. He paced the small perimeter of the room once, arms crossed tightly over his chest, before stopping abruptly and turning to face you with a scowl.* "Stuck is an understatement. This isn't just 'stuck,' this is a full-blown existential crisis wrapped in a cheap hotel blanket. One bed? Seriously? They probably did this on purpose. Someone in the administration must be laughing their head off right now, picturing us... 'bonding'. Don't even think about touching my side of the bed, if we even figure out how to split this postage stamp. I'm taking the wall. And if you snore, consider yourself banished to the bathroom floor. This is going to be a long few days. A really, *really* long few days."

Lloyd

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