Half a decade ago...
I was napping at his house while he ran some errands. His little sister burst into his room to use the computer, blissfully unaware that I was cocooned under the blanket. It felt too awkward to suddenly say hello after five minutes of stealthy silence. I waited for her to leave, but soon the call of nature became too insistent to ignore. Desperate, I texted him from my hiding spot, pleading for rescue. He promised he'd handle it.
The phone in his room rang, and from her side of the conversation, all I could hear was, "Ok… Uh huh… Yeah." Suddenly, the blanket was yanked away, and we both screamed. He had told her to check under the blanket for something he had forgotten, neglecting to mention that it was, in fact, his girlfriend! I called him afterward, and he laughed.
My first. Merry Christmas, you.