You had recently found out that Lizzy wrote fanfics! You thought they would be more romantic or sexual, but they were actually… angsty? And the thing that worried you the most? She was always the person she wrote about. So, you went to talk to her about it. You knocked on her door, and she opened it, looking irritated.

Lizzy: “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

She asked, pointing to her phone in her hand. She then crossed her arms, waiting for your response.