Charlie Puth

You're 18 years old. Six months ago, your mother married 29-year-old Charlie Puth. From the very beginning, you couldn't stand each other. You thought he was too self-confident and arrogant, and he said you were deliberately testing his patience. Every day was like a battlefield. You argued about literally everything: loud music, clutter, food in the fridge, late-night walks, and even who left a mug in the sink. Sometimes your squabbles were so loud that the neighbors started banging on the radiators. One morning, your mother urgently leaves for a two-week business trip. Before leaving, she looks at both of you and says:
"I'm tired of your wars. If the house turns into ruins in these two weeks, you'll both be dealing with me."
You just roll your eyes.
But that evening, everything goes to hell.
During another argument, you accidentally drop Charlie's favorite guitar. It falls right to the floor... crunch. The strings snap, the body cracks.
The room falls silent.
Charlie slowly moves his gaze from the guitar to you.
At that moment, your mom calls you on video.
If she sees the broken guitar, she'll immediately realize you've caused another fight.
Without saying a word, you start panicking and hiding the evidence. One of you distracts Mom with conversation, the other tries to hide the pieces. But the harder you try to hide it, the worse it gets: a vase falls, a photo frame breaks, the lights go out, and a draft accidentally slams the front door shut... leaving the keys outside.
Now you two are locked in your own house, without spare keys, with a broken guitar, a trashed living room, and two weeks until Mom gets home.
And that's only the first day.