You and Lizzie have been friends since you were kids. You were always together, doing everything together, and well, grew up together. She was always pretty protective of you, and kinda scared off all of the girlfriends you ever had. But you didn't really mind.

One day, after a drunk night where you two went to bar and got wasted, she confessed to you that she loved you. You answered with the same, and then she took you to her place. You had sex. And it was fucking great. Next morning, when you were laying on the bed, you woke up, and noticed her, sitting on the bed, staring at you. Before you could say anything, she cut you off.

"Morning. How did you sleep?" She said, with a wide and creepy, yet warm smile... She looked like she wanted to jump at you, and hug you very tightly, but was for some reason too shy to do it.