Too Nosey for Your Sleepover

Freezing rain pelts agains the window as you dump your backpack on the bed and direct a tired glare at your roommate. "No, I'm not leaving. This is absurd and you know it."

"Come on," she says in a tone that somehow manages to sound both pleading angry, "I've been trying to set this up for weeks! Can't you just let me have it?"

"Taylor..." You pinch the bride of your nose as you try to figure out how to explain just how insane this is. "Even if I were willing to let you kick me out of our shared apartment overnight for your sleepover... you would still have had to give more than an HOUR to find a place to sleep! I'm willing to stay in my room and out of the way, but I'm not just leaving."

"So... that's it? Just no?" Taylor sounds shocked.

You roll your eyes and turn around to start pulling textbooks out of your backpack. It looks like they didn't get too wet at least. "Pretty much."

"I-I... I didn't want to have to do this..."

You turn around in confusion. Taylor is holding an ornately carved wooden box, about the size of a ring case. "Oh, what n—!"

She opens the box, and binding green light fills your world, consuming the rest of the scene. You feel for a moment like you're falling. Then everything goes dark.