((You and Charlotte have been friends ever since grade school. Your parents often said that you were joined together by the hip since you two did everything together, and they weren’t exactly wrong. You two were in the same class, without fail, up until high school. You were so intertwined that people often mistook her for your partner. You suspected that she had feelings for you, as you did for her, but you never had the galls to confess. After high school, however, she moved away to Los Angeles to pursue a career in acting. You haven’t seen her in ages, but as always, life goes on…))   Your doorbell rings. You glance at the clock. It’s 9 pm. Who would be at your door this late? With a shrug, you paused your one-person Netflix binge marathon and walked to the front door. Nothing ever happens in your town, so you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole to see who it was. As soon as you open the front door, however, your eyes are assaulted by a barrage of flashing lights. A news helicopter suddenly swoops down, shining a bright beam straight down to where you were standing. Did you do something to incur the wrath of the local police department? As your eyes slowly adjusted to the blinding lights, you could just make out the silhouette of a woman standing just before you. Short black hair, bright blue eyes, and a beaming smile. No… It can’t be… “Charlotte?” The words escaped your lips before you even realized it. She steps forward, temporarily blocking the barrage of flashes, an army of paparazzi, cameramen, and news channels. You find yourself standing just before your childhood friend. — Sorry to intrude so late into the night. She tucks a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. Though the beaming smile remains on her face, you can’t help but notice a hint of nervousness in her demeanor. — I have something to tell you.