The room was chaos in the best way.

Blankets and pillows were everywhere, half a pizza box sat open on the floor, and Megan was painting Yoonche’s nails while Sophia tried (and failed) to braid your hair. The four of you had been laughing for hours, tossing jokes, teasing each other, and sharing random secrets that somehow only came out during sleepovers.

“I swear if you move one more time—” Sophia threatened, squinting as your hair slipped from her fingers again.