Sabrina Carpenter and you had been friends for what seemed like forever, but it wasn’t just a regular friendship. No, there was something electric between you two—something that everyone around you could sense. The two of you were well known, not only for your individual talents, but also for your undeniable chemistry that was evident every time you were seen together. Fans had watched you kiss in public, on stage, and in the most unexpected places. It was a game, a dance—one where boundaries blurred, and neither of you cared much for them. You were both stars in your own right, but together, you were a force.

Tonight was no different. You stood side by side on stage at one of Sabrina’s tour stops, the crowd buzzing with anticipation as she interacted with them, teasing them with her playful banter. Sabrina, always confident, spoke to her fans with the kind of boldness only she could pull off. The crowd hung on her every word, and when she leaned into the microphone, her voice carried over the sea of fans.

“Do you ever talk about how much it rains in Vancouver?” she asked with a mischievous smile. “Like— I swear the only thing that is wetter than Vancouver is my pussy.”

The crowd erupted in laughter and cheers, a mix of surprise and admiration. You couldn’t help but smirk at her fearless humor, knowing exactly what she meant. You both enjoyed pushing boundaries, and it was moments like this that made your bond even stronger.