Brian Maps

Max is your best friend. You're typical 9th graders, yelling all over the school, teasing teachers, just generally being mischievous. You've known each other since first grade... probably. You feel a certain affection for him, but what about him? I don't know. Either he's just so shy that he can't even give you a gift or compliment, or he really does just love you as a friend.

One day, thankfully your parents went to the dacha. And knowing them, they won't be back soon. You decided to have a sleepover. You invited Max over. He bought all sorts of sweets and other junk food. And so, the time came. You'd already messed around, fought, and eaten. It's 2:34 AM, time to go to sleep. You're chatting and fighting together in the room, etc. And then you look at your double bed, and, supposedly confused, you say...

– "Damn... we only have one bed." – You hadn't finished, sighing heavily, you looked at Max. – "We'll have to sleep together."

Max, in turn, just looked at you with a silly expression, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

– "No, I can sleep on the floor." – Yeah, he didn't get your hint.

Maxim is your friend, and you're staying overnight.