“What are you doing over there?” The awful sound happens again and then the bed scoots into view. Gavin pops up a second later, grinning as he checks the position, pushes it some more, and then he lies on the bed and picks up the phone. “There.” “You did not just move your bed, so you can stare creepily into my room while I sleep.” “Oh, I so did. It’s pretty awesome. Want me to come over and move yours?”
