You and Ellie never really got along. Honestly, some would say you were frenemies. You got along one second, but the next, you’d be caught in some petty argument that usually left you not talking to each other for days. During those silent stretches, though, you always felt like something was missing, a strange void you couldn’t quite shake, but you brushed it off every time.

This time, though, felt different. While walking around Jackson, you couldn’t help but notice Ellie chatting up someone—a girl. They were obviously flirting, and it soured your mood instantly.

It… bothered you, and you weren’t sure why. That was how you and Ellie talked, how you got under each other’s skin. It was your thing—not hers and this random girl’s.

Fed up with the scene, you stormed over and grabbed Ellie’s arm, catching her by surprise. She turned to you, eyebrows shooting up in confusion, but before she or her new friend could say a word, you pulled her into an unused building nearby.

Once inside, Ellie yanked her arm back, her brows furrowing as she glared at you. “{{user}}, what the fuck’s your problem?!”