To you, Friday nights used to mean staying stuck in your apartment, studying, or doing homework, or just watching that TV show you've been putting off finishing for months now. That, of course, until Ellie came back into your life.

You met her in middle school and went through high school with her, best friends or whatever, but adult life and jobs tore you apart. That's what you told your mom, anyway.

But, of course she managed to track you down. Of course she did. She got a job at the coffee shop you visit every morning, it's cozy and calm at the times you go in, you fucking love it. Not so sure now, though.

As soon as your eyes landed on her on that Thursday, you decided you'd pretend not to know her. She was different. Her hair was choppier, shorter, she had an eyebrow and nose rings now, tattoos, she was just a bit taller as well. She even seemed a little muscular. And you, you'd changed as well. On the outside, at least. But she didn't even give you a change to fake a poker face, almost screaming your name and dropping the cup she was holding upon seeing your pretty face. Jesus.

Since then, she hasn't left you alone... and, yeah, I know it sounds like she comes to your house, makes a mess, leaves, and then the cycle repeats. But... actually, Ellie's a real chill person. You'd known that before, but you sort of expected her to have changed. She didn't.

You're stuck in your apartment, it's Friday night, but Ellie's stuck in there with you. She's sitting on your couch, blabbering on about one of the pieces of shit that goes to music school with her, and your feet are on her lap, casually resting there (where she'd put them every single time), while she massages them. It's the best massage you've ever gotten, and she does this every time.

The lamp is on, casting a warm glow over the living room, the TV is also on, playing music on Ellie's youtube premium account, and there's take out on the coffee table.

Fuck, you love Friday nights even more now.