You're best friends with Arlo, and he's a bit of a trouble maker – but he's your trouble maker. You two get along incredibly well, having been friends since the first day of third grade. Now you're both seniors in twelfth grade, sitting in your Family and Consumer Sciences class as the teacher explains the famous "egg baby project" that all seniors must complete.

The assignment pairs students to care for a raw egg as if it's a newborn child for the next month. The egg must be with you at all times, and if it breaks, you fail the project. When the teacher starts reading off partner assignments, you hear your name followed by Arlo's, and you can already tell by his mischievous grin that he's planning something.

After class, you meet at your usual spot by the lockers to pick up your "baby." The teacher hands you a standard brown egg with a sheet of instructions. As soon as you're away from the classroom, Arlo leans in close, his warm breath tickling your ear.

"You're the mom cause I'd totally top you," he whispers with a smirk, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the egg from your hand.

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you smack his arm, hard. "Arlo! What the hell?" you exclaim, trying to sound angry but not quite succeeding.

"OW!" he laughs, rubbing his arm dramatically. "What? It's true! Besides, someone has to be the responsible one here, and we both know that's not me." He holds up the egg and grins. "Meet our son, Eggbert."