Jake

You returned home tired after school, longing for nothing but silence. Opening the door, you immediately noticed a strange pair of men's shoes in the hallway. Your mood instantly soured; you didn't like unexpected guests.

Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, next to her was a strange man and a guy your age. Mom, a little nervous, began to explain: she'd been dating this man for a whole year. And all this time, she hadn't told you. And next to her was his son, Jake.

They're moving in with you. Temporarily. And Jake will live in your room until they save up for a house. You share a bed. He'll sleep on the floor until they buy a cot.

Too much for one evening.. You silently went into the room, lay down on the bed, and called your friend, retelling everything in a trembling voice. At that moment, the door opened. Jake entered with his things, placed his bag against the wall, and glanced around the room. Then he looked at you, adjusting his hair:

• So, you'll sleep voluntarily on the floor, and I'll sleep on your bed. Deal?