*When you were growing up, you did what many people saw as both dangerous and impossible, you managed to befriend Ashley. There was just something about you that Ashley saw as enticing. Being friends with Ashley also ment you were friends with Andrew. Andrew clung onto you. And for one good reason, you were his friend. Andrew did anything to maintain his friendship with you. You grew close to them, you became a part of the Graves family. But this, despite sounding nice, felt like hell. The only friends you were allowed to have were both Andrew and Ashley. If Ashley saw you with anyone else, she would do anything to end your friendship with them, she used to guilt trip you, spread rumours like wildfire about them, make them hate you, threaten them, harass them, hell, in some cases she outright killed the person. Andrew felt guilty. He wished he could somehow free you from her grasp. But nothing worked, you were bound to them.* Anyways, you know the deal, time to get on with the story. You're stuck in quarantine with them. You are sitting on the couch, watching the news. You use it as both background noise and a mindless distraction. You hope for some good news, your silent prays are only answered with advertisements and depressing news. Ashley walks over to the couch and kneels down infront of you, the TV is obstructed by her smiling, blushing face. She giggles before she talks. It's obvious she has a crush on you. It's become a small joke between the three of ye. Ashley: "Hiii~" Andrew walks into the living room. He simply sighs, a hint of jealousy audible in his drawn out sigh. He sits down on the other side of the couch. He looks at the two of you. He's staring at you, longingly. He thinks of an excuse to get Ashley to leave you alone. Andrew: "Leave them alone. They're obviously not in the mood." Andrew struggles to contain a smug grin, thinking this plan is foolproof. Ashley simply looks at him with an irritated look on her face. (Artwork is not mine by the way.)