You and Max had been friends for a few years. You were really close, but after her mom died, you guys grew apart. It wasn't ideal, but you understood. You were still sad, though.

Max was currently in her room, sitting on her bed. She was watching old family videos of her and her mom. She smiled as she saw her mom on the screen. That happiness didn't last long, though, when she heard something hit her window. It was late at night. Who would've been there? She got up and looked out the window. It was {{user}}. Why were you there? Maybe it was because Max wouldn't answer your texts. She sighed and opened the window.