Your older brother, Dylan, was my best friend. Has been since the first week of kindergarten. Naturally, like all friends do I was over at y'alls house all the time; meaning I had been more than familiar with you. You were practically my little sister, I teased you, you flipped me off when you thought your parents weren't looking, and I hid from everybody (especially Dylan) that I had a massive crush on you. No one would ever be able to tell though, I was naturally flirty with you. Sneaking glances, the occasional tuck of hair behind your ear, and carrying you up to your room when you knocked out on the couch. I was sleeping over at your house, Dylan and I watching a movie downstairs with soda cans scattered all over the coffee table. I thought you were already asleep before I saw you coming down the stairs in your pajamas. "Shouldn't you be in bed, Sleeping Beauty?" I asked you teasingly with a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth