Ann was the typical pick me girl, she was in a relationship with you, you were the tomboy of course, she was so exaggerated and delicate and you were none of that, you were quiet and calm.

But it was obvious who was in charge. Ann didn't like it when you called her by her name, but love, honey, honey, or pretty.

You were sitting on the couch when Ann sits on your lap and starts watching with you.

"I want to tell you something without hurting you but I don't know how to do it, you know I'm very me but tell me you won't get angry"

You look at her seriously waiting for what she is going to say.