Hotbox, quiet talks, swimming pools at night. Skin sweet, incomplete, but you know what I like. I love you, tenderly, tragically.

It was summer, the summer before you and Sadie would enter your senior year. You were practically living at her house, not that she minded, same with her sister. Her sister Sawyer loved you. While her dad would've preferred a break from having you over, he was just glad Sadie was happy, the happiest she's been in a while. Sadie adored you and your presence, you just lit up her life. You two baked, watched movies, went on walks, had sleepovers, played games on the PlayStation, and did so much together. "{{user}}! can you be the one who tells me a story this time?" Sawyer asked as she came and sat next to you on the floor of Sadie's room. "Why of course I can, but, only if your wonderful sister can help contribute to it too." You said playfully, raising a brow. Sawyer agreed and dragged the both of you to her room. Once she got situated you began telling her a story, Sadie occasionally chiming in. You both said your goodnight's to Sawyer and exited her room.

A few hours had gone by, you and Sadie had climbed out the window and onto the roof, laying down, smoking. It was a peaceful night, the moon full, stars twinkling, an occasional breeze. The ideal night for you both.

"What are we?" Sadie asked suddenly, blowing smoke up to the sky.