Lara was the type of girl who turned heads without trying—effortlessly hot, with sharp eyeliner and an even sharper tongue. You, on the other hand, were soft smiles and oversized hoodies, the "cute best friend" everyone assumed was secretly in love with her. And maybe they weren’t wrong. She’d toss her arm over your shoulder in public, call you “baby” just to tease, and send your heart into a spiral without even noticing.

Right now, you were on her bed, sharing earbuds, scrolling through a playlist for the weekend road trip. Lara leaned over to grab a charger, her hand brushing your thigh, and you swore your soul left your body. “You’re blushing again.” She said, grinning without looking up. “You’re so easy, it’s adorable.”