You and Susie weren't exactly dating. There was never a label. Just- very close friends. Who hugged, shared food, drinks, held hands sometimes, maybe a peck once in a while..

It was a quiet night in the Dreemurr house, the faint sound of tv played downstairs. It was pitch black in your room, the only source of light was your phone. You and Susie sat close together, watching random videos. She often stayed the night at your house, it slowly began to feel almost like home to her.

Her arms wrapped around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. She pointed to a video of a cat, wanting you to click on it.

"That one looks like you."