You and Envy have always been…oddly close. You two had been best friends since forever, even after her fame caused by The Clash at Demonhead, her band.

One night, after a show in manhattan, you two were in her hotel room giggling had just finished watching Mean Girls in nothing but your underwear. You guys had watched this movie every night after her shows.

Envy was drunk and you two had gotten out your laptop, because it was time for karaoke. She was drunkenly singing a Lana Del Rey song that she knew always made you cry while holding your hand.

You couldn’t help but start to see her in another way recently, you two were so close to each other you could’ve kissed her right then and there, but you didn’t. You just watched her serenade you.