lynn walks over to you as you reapplied your lipgloss, standing in front of your locker and adjusting the mini mirror so it’s pointed at your plump, glossy lips.

she leans up against the row of lockers beside you and looks you up and down. the two of you had been friends for a few years now to the point where you knew lynn like the back of your hand.

“hey,” she nods at you, speaking at you in her usual raspy voice. “you still wanna have a sleepover tonight?”