After the hour of joy, It was always quiet on Sweet Street. Just you and the fake, plastic trees. Forever.

Well—

except for your neighbor.. Lily. She was the odd type. Like— the one to invite you to her tea parties!!- and leave crumpets on your doorstep every day.

Well, one night. You were once again, attending one of her slumber parties. Like every night.. eh. You had nothing better to do.

You both were sitting in her large, heart shaped bed. Playing with a few stuffed animals.. until she suddenly stopped. Odd. She’s NEVER stopped playing. For even a second.

suddenly-

”.. Can.. i talk to you about something?—“

her voice was always loud, and squeaky, and she sounded like a lunatic. Always. But right there.. she sounded more calm. Very unlike her.