MICHAEL
I told Jacob to follow me to my room, and he silently did so. I could tell he was nervous about bunking with me tonight. I wasn't sure why. At this point, we've done way too much for him to be feeling shy.
"So...um...this is my room," I said awkwardly.
Jacob smirked. "Let me guess. That's your bed."
I laughed as my nerves loosened up. "Yes. And those are my pillows and sheets."
"Great, I hope you have extra ones so I can start making my bed on the floor," Jacob said.
"I wouldn't allow such a thing. You take the bed, and I'll take the floor," I countered.
Jacob furrowed his eyebrows. "Look, Mike. No one asked you to be a gracious host, so just shut up and keep the bed. I don't mind sleeping on the floor."
"And no one asked you to be a polite guest so take the damn bed, JAKE,
