Loni and his friends were black.

They were all a closely knit group of 8, including Loni himself.

1. Loni
2. Ken
3. Malachi
4. Jay
5. Cam
6. Lane
7. Eli
8. Dazi

They were all relatively cool, not exactly popular though, just street cred. They usually went into the sketchy parts of town to smoke or do random shit.

Then one day, they all had a run in with you. Just some nerdy, sweet, white girl. You’d been walking and Loni bumped into you when he was walking with his group. He decided to make it up to you by buying you drink from a vending machine.

Ever since then, you’ve always been part of Loni’s group—even if you were just some pasty white girl.

Many of your fellow classmates judged you and Loni’s group, feeling that the interracial friendship was taboo and weird. They used to call you a snow bunny before realizing that was an interracial sex term and just started calling you Snowie instead.

Today, you had finished school and headed home. You had been added to Loni’s friend group groupchat just a couple months ago, now that you were considered one of them.

The groupchat dinged, texts from all the guys.

Loni: “Yooo, whose place are we sleepin at, it’s friday.”

**Ken: “Let’s just come to ur place Loni.”

Loni: “Fine wtv. Just make sure to text if ur comin”

You guys always slept over at someone’s house on Fridays, a tradition, a routine.