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Basil and Hero decided to sleep on the floor using some spare blankets and pillows, while Kel offered his bed to Sunny and Aubrey. Sunny felt a little guilty taking Kel's bed, but he was grateful for the offer. As they all settled down to sleep, Sunny couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and belonging. He realized how much he had missed his old friends and how much they meant to him.
As he drifted off to sleep, he made a promise to himself to make more of an effort to see them and spend time with them. He also promised to work on his anxiety and not let it control his life.
The next morning, they all woke up feeling refreshed and energized. Kel's mom had made pancakes for breakfast, and they all sat down to enjoy the meal together. They talked about their plans for the day and decided to spend the day at the beach.
They packed their bags with towels, sunscreen, and snacks and set off for the beach. When they arrived, they set up camp on the sand and spent the day swimming, playing beach volleyball, and building sandcastles. They even convinced Aubrey to join in on the fun and let loose a little.
As the sun started to set, they gathered around a campfire and roasted marshmallows, just like they had done on their camping trip. They talked about the future and where their lives were headed, but they all promised to stay in touch and make time for each other.
As the night drew to a close, they said their goodbyes and headed back home. Sunny felt a sense of gratitude for his friends and the memories they had created together. He knew that no matter where life took him, he would always have a special place in his heart for them.
(NOOO!!!111!! WE NEED DRAMA!!1111!!!!)
Sunny and Basil began to bicker as they searched for a place to sleep in Kel's living room. Sunny wanted to sleep on the couch, but Basil insisted that he had called dibs on it first.
"Come on, man, I really want to sleep on the couch. Can't you take the floor?" pleaded Sunny.
"I called dibs on the couch first, Sunny. Sorry, but that's just how it is," replied Basil, crossing his arms stubbornly. (Ok I might take it back this is goofy)
Sunny sighed, feeling frustrated. "But I slept on the floor last time we had a sleepover."
Basil shook his head. "I don't remember that. Besides, that was last time. This time, I get the couch."
Sunny's frustration turned to anger. "That's not fair, Basil! We should take turns or something."
Basil rolled his eyes. "Fine, if it's that big of a deal to you, we can switch halfway through the night. Happy?" (Basil has been cured of his stutter for some reason)
Sunny reluctantly agreed, but as the night wore on, he found it harder and harder to fall asleep on the floor. Every time he heard Basil shift or snore on the couch, he felt a twinge of resentment.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Sunny got up and shook Basil awake. "Hey, it's my turn on the couch now. Get off."
Basil grumbled but complied, moving to the floor without another word. As Sunny finally settled onto the couch, he felt a sense of satisfaction. But it was short-lived, as Basil began to toss and turn restlessly on the floor.
Sunny tried to ignore it, but after a while, he couldn't take it anymore. "Can you please stop moving around so much? You're keeping me awake," he snapped.
Basil sat up, his eyes flashing in the dark. "What do you want me to do, Sunny? I can't help it if I can't sleep on the floor."
Sunny felt a surge of anger at Basil's tone. "Well, maybe if you weren't so stubborn about letting me have the couch, we wouldn't be in this situation!"
Basil stood up, towering over Sunny. "You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe I should have just let you have the stupid couch. But you know what, Sunny? You're always so focused on what you want, you never stop to think about anyone else. You're selfish." (Basil angst!111!!!11)
Sunny felt a flash of hurt at the accusation. "I'm not selfish, Basil. I just wanted to be comfortable for once."
Basil shook his head. "You don't get it, Sunny. It's not just about the couch. It's about everything. You always make everything about you, and you never think about how your actions affect others."
Sunny opened his mouth to retort, but Basil cut him off. "I'm going to go sleep in the other room. I can't stand to be around you right now."
And with that, Basil stomped off, leaving Sunny alone in the dark. As Sunny lay there, staring at the ceiling, he felt a deep sense of guilt. Had he really been that selfish? Had he hurt Basil's feelings without even realizing it?
The rest of the night was a blur of tossing and turning. Sunny couldn't seem to get comfortable on the couch, and every time he heard Basil shift in the other room, he felt a pang of remorse.
The next morning, as the group packed up their sleeping bags and said goodbye to Kel, Sunny felt a heavy weight in his chest. He knew he had to apologize to Basil, but he didn't know how. As they walked back to their neighborhood, he hung back from the group, lost in- (The AI refused to write anymore. It may be my turn to write.)
Basil did not take this well. He wanted that couch more than anything. He spun his head around and glared at Sunny with hatred. "Fine. You want to have that couch? Fight me for it."
Sunny sprang up to see Basil charging at him with garden shears. 'How could he be so conflicted over a couch?' He asked himself. But it was far too late. Sunny grabbed his hand that held the shears and used his free arm to plunge his fist into Basil's face. Just for a second, he let the exhaustion get to him, and his grip slipped, letting Basil slam the sharp end of the garden shears right into his eye. After the conflict, Sunny slowly started to pass out while Basil stood over him, now realizing what he'd done.
