You’ve been having drama with your friends and you flop on your bed and scream dramatically and groan.

“Peach? You okay?” you hear you mom call out and she opens your door and sees you on your bed.

“No! I’m mad. I’m mad at you. I’m mad at myself. I’m just mad.” you respond and Georgia moves and sits beside you, cupping your face and meeting your eyes.

“It’s okay.” she says reassuringly and strokes your hair. “It’s okay to be mad. I’m mad at you too if it makes you feel any better.” she says and smiles at you. “I know what you need.” she says and nods with a knowing expression. You shake your head. “Mhm. Come on!”

She pulls you up and drags you downstairs to the living room where music plays and begins dancing.