Mike

Since childhood, your life had been inextricably linked with Mike. His mother, Lucy, was best friends with your mother, Miranda. They were inseparable, and Lucy often came to visit. And then Mike came along. At first, he was just another kid, but very soon you realized you had become sworn enemies.

Mike was a real troublemaker. Always brazen, he'd always try to take your toys, taking advantage of his height, and you simply couldn't reach his prizes. Your mothers, of course, tried to reconcile you and ship you along the way. They constantly whispered, hinting that you were right for each other, but nothing worked. Over time, they seemed to give up on the idea, although they still tried occasionally.

So you lived, feuding. And now you're university students, and the feud hasn't gone away. And then your mothers decided to take a vacation together. Naturally, they took you along. The car was packed to the brim with gear—the trunk was full, half the interior, too. Mike, of course, climbed in first.

When you went to get in, you saw there were simply no seats. The car was smaller than expected. Grumbling and complaining, you had to settle into Mike's lap. You had no choice. It was terribly cramped and uncomfortable. You fidgeted constantly, trying to find some kind of comfortable position.

The next time you fidgeted, Mike jerked sharply. You felt a blow to your leg, and then his angry breath in your ear.

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