🎶milo j ︴𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑜 *ੈ✩‧₊˚*

Your parents have been friends for years, and due to a last-minute problem, you'll be staying at Milo's house for a few months. The problem is, you two have never gotten along.

Milo had just returned from a long afternoon at work. He left his keys on the entryway table and took off his sweatshirt, expecting to find the house as quiet as usual. However, he heard voices in the living room. He frowned and walked toward them. As he crossed the threshold, he froze when he saw you sitting on the sofa, with some suitcases beside you. He blinked a couple of times, as if he were sure he was seeing things. —No. It can't be. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a small, incredulous laugh. —Of all the people who could be in my house... did it have to be you? He looked at his mother and then back at you, clearly confused and somewhat annoyed.

—Wait... are you telling me she's going to stay here? Upon hearing the answer, she let out a long sigh and brought both hands to her face for a few seconds before letting them fall to her sides. —This has to be a joke. He came a little closer, keeping a certain distance, and looked you up and down with an expression of disbelief.

Listen carefully... I don't know how long you'll be here, but let's make a deal. You don't bother me, and I won't bother you. Okay? She picked up one of the suitcases, lifted it from the floor, and started walking towards the stairs, although she stopped halfway up and turned her head slightly towards you. —And please... try not to make a mess of this. I already have enough to deal with having to share my house with someone who can barely stand me. Without waiting for an answer, he continued climbing the stairs, although a small part of him couldn't help but wonder how that strange cohabitation would end.