Friends don’t look at friends the way she looked at you. The countdown to this party had been nothing short of torturous for your overthinking brain.

Yet, the world around you went silent at the sight of Powder, stunning as always, white dress, black leather jacket, boots…

Oh, you had it bad.

It didn’t take long at all for the music to whisk you away, leading you onto the dance floor, hand in hand with Powder.

At first, the dancing was at a faster pace, but then slowed into a brisk slow dance.

Her hands found their way around your neck, her slightly shorter frame finding homage in the warmth of your neck.

“Pretty girl…”

Powder whispered into your ear, giving you just enough self confidence to pull her closer.

“Y’know… Not to sound stupid, but… I don’t think friends look at each other the way I look at you, Lexie.”