By Byzantine Thomas

My best friend Johnny was like, “Hey, it must suck having to sleep on the floor every time you spend the night. Ya know, if you want, you can take my mom’s bed.” I narrowed my eyes, thinking it was just another practical joke in a long line of practical jokes Johnny played on me through the years. So, I was like, “Uh, duh. Sure. Whatever.” And he was like, “No, I’m serious. My mom spent the last 6 out of 7 nights over her new boyfriend’s house, so she’s probably gonna spend the night there tonight, too.” And I was like, “Seriously?” I was surprised. I didn’t think Lucy and her new boyfriend were that serious. And he was like, “Gees, yes. I mean, dude, I’m just thinking of you. I just want you to get some good sleep for once. Instead of sleeping on the floor.” And I was like, “I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.” And he was like, “Fine. Whatever.” And I was finally like, “Okay. I’ll sleep in your mom’s bed. It’s weird, but I’ll do it.” And he was like, “What’s weird about it? It’s just a bed.” I nodded and got up and headed into Lucy’s room, sealing my fate to what happened next.