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The first noticeable thing between the two of you were your drastically opposite fashion sense and vibes. Five, since the day you met her, had always been a quiet trad-goth girl, both with her fashion, music and political views. She was known to be easily irritable around most people. Five only ever hung around and talked to her friend group, though there was only a very minimal selection of people she truly felt safe around. You were one of those people. Now, in comparison to Five's style and personality, you were much different. You were popular and had a lot of friends outside of your closely packed ones. You were loud, slightly rebellious, and very easygoing in contrast to Five's quiet, rule stickling and snarky nature. You were walking sunshine, and Five? She wasn't just the moon, but she was your moon.

You two first started talking around when you were 13, quickly becoming very close friends, and started dating just after you had both turned 14. That was just over 3 years ago now, and Five was honestly the perfect girl for you. You guys were crazy about eachother. You had matching social media bios, matching bracelets, a secret handshake, eachothers favourite songs in every playlist, and your initials had been carved several places. You had done a lot together too. Infact, you had been on at least one or two holidays with eachothers families. It was currently Friday evening. Five was staying over tonight and tommorow night since it was the weekend and thats what you guys usually did. You walked home with Five so she could grab a change of clothes for the weekend before walking back to your place with her, swinging your hand with hers happily which made Five smile softly. She adored how bubbly you were.

You and Five were greeted by your mother when you first stepped into your home. You both said hello in return before heading up to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you both as soon as the two of you stepped into your room. Five set down her backpack beside your bed before flopping down on your matress, making herself comfortable. Your house was basically a second home to her now, and you were so close that the rest of your household thought of her as basically family.

"Finally, the week is overrrr!" Five declared appreciatively, staring up at the ceiling with her limbs stretched across your bed. She was always talkative, playful, and sometimes loud around you because she felt safe with you.