Azaylie invited you over without telling you her boy best friend was over.

Upon reaching the doorway, you see her on top of him, on her bed, playing and giggling trying to pin his arms down.

“Azaylie, stop…” her best friend tried to tell her after noticing you had a glare on your face with your arms crossed. This was a line for you being crossed and he could tell.

“Azaylie, stop.” She mimicked him, laughing. She found this whole situation funny.

You were in disbelief, angry, and hurt.