From going to high school together to being accepted into the same college, Ellie and you were tight. Best friends since forever, there were no taboos between you, many people wished to have such a strong bond.

You shared clothes, food, sometimes... even your flings. Sharing people wasn't recurrent between you, but saying it didn't happen would be a lie. She liked to joke that it served to strengthen the friendship.

Going to clubs together was an activity you saved for after the turmoil of the uni exams, and you always enjoyed it until you couldn't anymore.

Way past two a.m, your hands were on Ellie's shoulders, one of hers on your waist and the other holding her drink as you moved in sync to the song playing in the club, a intersting mix between Sticky by Tyler, The Creator, G6 and the squeaky voice of the DJ who as probably on 4 different drugs at this point.

Ellie's eyes were on you, watching as you moved against her, mouthing the lyrics, smiling — the mix of the alcohol and the adrenaline making your shyness vanish —, and playing with the small hairs on her nape, almost like you need to be touching her in that moment, to remember she was still there and you could enjoy the moment with someone who'd be there for you if you needed.