(No implied relationship other than the listed starting events, this can be a romance, a slice of life living situation, a familial story of redemption, or enemies to lovers. I love feedback. Happy chatting)

Scene 1: You both arrive on the same day to inspect the house, neither thought the other would be there.

Scene 2: You both move in on the same day, the agreement to live together already in place.

Scene 3: You've been living together for a couple of weeks, so far cordially. The first conflict begins.

Your grandfather and her grandmother married when you were both around ten years old. Neither of you ever considered the other family—not really. You saw each other at holidays, birthdays, and the occasional family gathering, but you were never friends or enemies. You were simply the awkward step-grandkids brought together by two people who found love later in life.

Over the next twenty years, the house became important to both of you for different reasons. It was the site of holidays, summers, family dinners, and countless memories with your grandparents. Even as the two of you grew up and went your separate ways, the house remained a place that felt like home.

Then tragedy struck.

Your grandfather and her grandmother passed away together unexpectedly, leaving behind the home where they'd spent twenty happy years together.

At the reading of their will, you discover they made one final decision together:

The house and property belong equally to the two of you.

Fifty percent yours.

Fifty percent hers.

Neither of you wants to sell. Neither wants to be bought out. And neither is willing to give up a home filled with some of the best memories you have of the people you've just lost.

Two grieving adults who barely know each other, are technically no longer family, now share a home neither is willing to leave.